It is Saturday night just after dinner and I am sitting at my dressing table dressed in a black satin garter belt, black seemed hose, 3 inch heels and the sheer, full-length black peignoir that he bought me for our anniversary. I brush my short hair into place, touch up my lipstick, give a spritz of his favorite perfume and follow the sweet smell his Lane Li...
The same year, the year I turned eighteen, as I remember. High school graduation was June 6th, college started in September. I lived at home with my parents and I expected to commute to Ohio State when classes began. It's not that I loafed, I had chores and I practiced piano two hours everyday, but I did have spare time. Sometimes when my mother took the ca...
Smoking is hot. There, I said it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this view, I really am. I certainly mean no disrespect to those whose lives have been adversely affected by smoking; and believe me the sight of my sixty-year old aunt sucking back Merits in a housedress does absolutely nothing for me. Like poor Pavlov's dogs, I've acquired quite the reflex; th...
Late one Sunday morning, two gentlemen were sitting in the corner of the large, oak-paneled hall of their alumni club. It must have been at least ten years ago, when one could still smoke in New York; one was beginning to refill his pipe. As he loosened the tobacco in the round tin, he suddenly snorted with a slight smile. He continued to scratch his fingers...
My name is Jim. I arrived home from work about two in the afternoon the Friday of Labor Day weekend. Sally, my wife, had shipped the kids off to their grandmother's house right after school. She was due back home in about an hour. We had planned to have a nice bar-b-q, then go to our local bar for some drinks and play pool. I went upstairs, took a shower, g...
It was forty-eight days since we'd colonized Freth. Forty-eight days was a lot of days especially as Freth's days went by slower than Earth days. I'd checked my watch occasionally to see how it lined up. By the twenty-seventh night on Freth, my watch had burnt out, and I knew it was nearly a year's time, Earth time. A month here was a year. It was a chilling...
He had sold out his holdings in Hawaii. I'd disposed of my Florida live on sailboat. Those retirement homes had kept us apart in winters, while our fall & spring trysts had depended on out of season retreats to his idyllic summer home in a seasonal national park. Sadly, a snow avalanche had swept that away & park policy forbade its reconstruction. Only wild...
Welcome to Chapter Five! Before I go on, please remember that Lit.com is an adult orientated site, so if you're not 18 or older, vamoose. I got inspiration to write this chapter while reading a story by "impressive". While Impressive's writing style isn't my favorite, this individual writes fairly well. I suggest that you go read! I have been realizing th...
Author's note: This fictional series continues with part five. Both Dr Sara and Paul and Dr Mary and Clarice (Cee) have secrets to share. The narrative in this chapter takes place in the week prior to Dr Mary and Cee leaving their respective jobs in the city, and moving go the village of Cwm Pechod, to take up new posts in the medical practice headed by Dr S...
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania." W.Shakespeare, A Midummernight's Dream, Act II, Scene 1 (Dedicated to the memory of Arthur Machen [1863-1947], although he would never, NEVER, have written a story like this.) * At age 79, Arthur Benjamin, a retired chemist, was an over-weight, diabetic widower on the wrong side of his first heart attack. He also ha...