Brad Allen slumped over his computer. He dropped his head onto his hands, closed his eyes, and listened to his heart pounding. He didn’t yet understand if it was due to fear of total failure or anger. He hurt badly enough that he wasn’t yet quite sure of his emotions. He had just checked the comments on his latest story on the net. Dear Brad, Your gramma...
Mari graduated today, the audience giving the group of graduates a standing ovation as they cleared off the stage. The crowd, running down to meet the grads as they exited the area in which they sat in the middle of the school's football field, was stuffy and slow, too slow for Henry. He had snuck out of the stands and was already waiting for Mari, hoping to...
There I stood in hospital greens, video camera in hand, ready to tape the birth of our first child. The doctor, the head nurse, the rest of the delivery room crew moved around in their well-practiced ballet. Janet was breathing hard and moaning as the doctor was telling her to concentrate, to push, and the nurses were all cooing, "Everything is going to be o...
"Dammit!" I exclaimed. "You weren't always this frigid, so don't treat me like I'm an idiot!" Calling Sheila "frigid" was a mistake I had made once before. She hates being called that, but hey, the truth hurts. I was angry, so I had blurted it out. The argument started when our two kids had been invited to sleep over at their cousins' house. I immediately...
copyright 2015 "It's time for my next adventure. I feel like a trip to the movies." Veronica Hart stood in her boudoir - looking at her reflection in her mirror. It winked at her - wearing nothing at all but a wicked smile, garter belt, and red lace stockings. She gently squeezed her full breasts together and watched them jiggle as she thought about her "B...
After our holiday in Australia my slave moved into my house on a permanent basis. She was quickly losing any inhibitions she had previously had and was enjoying her new found liberation. For the first couple of weeks she slept in a spare bedroom but I then allowed her to sleep on a blanket at the foot of my bed, her face when I told her this was a picture....
This is the third installment of this story. I appreciate all the feedback I have received. I hope to hear from more of you, and vote please and I will continue the story line. Don't forget to leave a comment for me, I enjoy reading your opinions. To fully enjoy the story, read chapter 1 and 2 first. * When I awoke the next morning, The first thing I notic...
(note to readers: this is part one of the story, I'm intending a second part, so don't chastise me for letting you hang) * Melissa pulled into her driveway in her black Pontiac Firebird. She saw that Bill's truck was already gone. A Friday afternoon sigh escaped from her lips after another week working as an optical technician at the local mall. She had ho...
Some of you know how it is to be freshly married, still exploring and discovering what excites and what doesn't in each other. My pretty little wife Sharon was a bit of a prude. She always wore longer skirts, sweaters that came all the way up to her neck, things like that. The funny part was I discovered she not only never wore panties, she didn't even own...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...