AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all who have been waiting a long time for this my apologies, my life got a bit busy. Fair warning for the inevitable horde of morons: This is a work of fiction. No, she is not my actual wife. For those who seem to confuse the Loving Wives section with Romance -- you might want to give this a skip (but if you want to read it anyway and get...
The night they came back from Octoberfest, she burnt all his clothes. Gerrig and Margarethe agreed a week before that they'd both wear traditional dresses to the famous German beer festival in Munich. "Gerrig, I only have one dirndl. Why don't you wear your lederhosen you wore last year? The way your thighs and butt look in the tight leather, it gives me id...
Chapter 1 I came home from a hard day's work on the construction site, wanting nothing more than to sink into my Lazy Boy, fire up Thursday Night Football, and drink a six-pack of Lonestar, but that wasn't going to happen. It seems my wife of ten years, Agnes, had other plans. She wanted to talk. "You remember my Aunt Martha, who lives in Arkansas?" she a...
I've leveraged the Hemingway canon for a few of my stories. And A Farewell to Arms is the only one left now. That is the definitive war novel; as iconic as The Red Badge of Courage. I was hesitant to try to cover it because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But my pal Richard Gerald talked me into at least looking at it. And in the end I saw that the...
Jill Cumbest sat back and rubbed her eyes. It was after ten, well past quiting time, but the market research she and her team had been slaving on for weeks was finally done. She had just finished getting it all compiled and presentable. Giving the final chart one last glance, she rolled her tired shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips before she saved the docume...
The year is 2069. It's late December, right after Christmas... "Don! How are you my friend? Get yourself some new wheels?" "Mikey! I'm great, buddy. No, it's an old one my dad used. Nice though. Got a handbrake, and it folds up slicker than shit." Don shuffled over to the dusty old kitchen table in Mike's sunroom. He held on tight to his rolling walker as...
Running is a Relief. And an escape. Saddled with three kids under the age of eight and a wife with a demanding corporate job, I found myself spiraling downward four years ago. Not only did I have a full-time job of my own, but I also had to shuttle the kids to and from the many after school events and keep up with the housework and grocery shopping. Oh--and...
At the conclusion of the last story, Tuesday night I had asked Michelle to read the story, including Jacqui and I expressing our love for each other over Memorial Day. She cried, I cried and we weren't able to have sex with each other that night. Before she read the story and went to pieces, she talked briefly about her trip to Reno with Mike, including the...
Chapter 2: First Assignments "Daniel! I'm glad I could catch you before you headed off to your shoot." "Ah, hello, Ms. Small." Even over the phone, Erin could imagine the African's wide, friendly smile. "Please thank Mr. Mishin once again for thinking of me for this shoot." "You're one of his best male models, Daniel. You've always been on my short list."...
Chris leaned over the sink and pulled open the light blue curtains. The cold sink sent a jolt through the young woman's body when it contacted the unprotected area between her t-shirt and panties. She braved the cold for a few seconds to look out onto the freshly fallen snow in the early morning light. Then she backed away and scanned the windows of the nei...