I was rather slow when it came to dating. My love life moved at glacial speed until I met my wife. In high school I was skinny and too short to be any good at sports. At school and in the town I grew up in outside Sioux City, I got pushed around a lot by other boys, all of which translated into a lack of confidence. Particularly around women. When I got to...
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This is Part Two of a two-part story. I realize now that the timing of that phone call was something, not just fortuitous, but providential, perhaps the divine intervention that had eluded me previously. I know that sounds pompous and self-indulgent, but after what Luna had said to me last evening about how others in the office perceived me, I knew my per...
The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light down on Gwennalyn and Deiara as they rode through the cobbled streets of Rendevel. Up ahead, a building beckoned them forward, pink curtains fluttering on the windows, sounds reaching them from the open front door. Gwennalyn was to be in Rendevel for a week, accompanying her parents as they visited thei...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
I want to thank readers for comments, both public and private, kind and unkind, regarding my writing. I also want to thank the authors here for their stories and feedback to teach me new ideas and forms on how to get things out of my head. Finally, I want to thank James Blackshaw, whose music was an inspiration while I wrote this. Some of his album titles be...
Chapter 21 -- Changes In The Wind Friday, after work, Dave, JR, and Nikky again drove to the engineering building on the university campus and picked up Tatiana. She was waiting outside on a bench for them with a large smile on her face. She'd now spent almost five complete days with Professor Stephen Reagan talking about robotics -- sharing her own researc...
Wow!! I grew up reading stories about the wild west. Now I get the chance to write one. I want to thank Randi for her vision and leadership, in setting up this event, as well as for her super editing. Toss in my buddy Pixel the Cat, too. He catches things that mere mortals miss. I hope you enjoy my little tale. * I hated O'Brien. The fucker came over in f...
*** V *** I look to the skies for signs When her hand is in mine all I see is gold and fire Blazing so much higher than I can lift her I have a gift here This I whisper to her I have a gift here Borne of ancient secrets Her presence was going to be a problem. His pillows smelled of vanilla, ginger... apricots. And he remembered how difficult it h...
NOTE: This is a story from real life recollection. Names and identities have been changed but the actions in this story are from real life recollections. Personally I hope you will enjoy the set of short stories in this. Also I would like to thank HeyAll for helping me edit the story. CHAPTER ONE: A RELATIONAL FOUNDATION The story starts in the dusty a...