Chapter One – Supper and the First Email. What I cooked for supper isn't important to the story, but what I cooked it in is. When it is my turn to cook I sometimes make stir-fry. I don't have a wok, but use a large skillet. Well, I don't know if skillet is the right word. It's not one those heavy cast iron things, but a no-stick pan with fairly high sides....
I would like to thank my friend Gizzmo for the idea for this story and his input to make it what I hope is a great story for all of you to read. Have you ever wondered how your life can go from good or some days even excellent to shit in a blink of an eye? Here I am sitting at the kitchen table looking at a pair of socks that my wife Ann wears and wondering...
As I drove back to Vicky’s place I kept trying to figure out how to approach the situation. I had already blown it once by running away and I didn’t want to repeat that again. When I got to her place I sat in my car for a long time trying to decide whether I should go in or just drive off. But how would I live with myself or face Christy if I took off again...
Chapter 3 concluded: "Although she is now 34 Sally still enjoys an occasional session in front of the cameras but her story concludes, as far as we're concerned, with a favour for a young friend she met at a recent party." Chapter 4: The final chapter Ambar becomes a mother. It's now August 2014. Ambar, Veena (her mum) and Sally are in the Oxford hospita...
"Ok, so that was great last night, but what happened while you were out with your guys at beer Thursday?" Bob asked. "I'm not complaining since you've never...never done that...blown me like you that, ever. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Wow. What happened?" Mary was waiting for this conversation. She knew that Bob had to suspect something. She to...
The next morning, Jack woke up to an empty bed. At first he wondered if he'd imagined the events of last night. Had he really fucked that amazing blonde from the Interstate? He had to have dreamed it. He took inventory of what he could sense in that room. The clock told him it was 6:45am, it was pitch black in the room other than the light from the digital c...
Synopsis: Peter enjoys a lovely dinner and a wonderful dessert in Sarah's apartment where he spends the night. * * * * * Chapter Nine I returned to Ft. Resolution with terribly mixed emotions. On the one hand, I knew that no matter what happened next, Sarah Kincaide would always have a permanent place in my heart. Instead of reading, I sat staring out t...
As soon as Dr. Griffin returned to the examination room, I knew that the news wasn’t good. I could tell by the way he avoided my eyes as he studied his clipboard and fidgeted with his pen that something was wrong, terribly wrong with me. The ache in my groin that I had been ignoring for so long was indication enough, and as the doctor cleared his throat, I t...
There is no sex in this story, hence non-erotic. It is a short story but I hope you find it to be a good read. * I was sitting on the couch watching a ball game when I knew something was up. My twin thirteen year old daughters came in the room smiling and each sat beside me. "Ok girls, what are you two up to now?" Kerry and Sherry were the loves of my l...
At the Bar Kendall slightly tugged on the front of her dark blue Henley; the cotton fabric pulled tight across her chest and her breasts were slightly uncomfortable. She slowly twirled the straw in her old fashioned and caught her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Turning to look she saw her thin, almost gaunt face framed tightly by strands of her lo...