Thank you Tigersman for editing this chapter. I know everyone wants to know what's going to happen next to here to the rest of the story. ***** "Oh my God!" Melissa exclaimed not believing her ears. "I hate him. How could he do this to me?" Jackie said, her face still red and tears streaming down her face. "There is no way he would." "I fucking caught t...
Regina stared out into the night from the balcony of her hotel suite. Her eyes were mesmerized by the ocean's dance as it swayed to the rhythmic tune sang by the wind. The pale reflection of the moon's glow shimmered on the waves as they played a game of tag with the shore. They would rush in and briefly touch the white sand before quickly retreating to the...
It all started in High School, I suppose. It was then that I learned I wasn't like most of the other boys. My growth spurt hit me early, and puberty proved profoundly beneficial. I shot up to well over six feet as a young teenager, and that helped propel me into varsity basketball even as a freshman. My height wasn't the only blessing puberty bestowed on...
My thanks to Sylvia, my dear friend, and Scintillating, my editor. * * * * * Last year, I had occasion to discuss the qualities of love with a dear friend of mine, who was online, and to whom I wished to express how much I cared. I did not wish to sound too shallow and not convey what I wanted to by saying, "I really care for you" or "You're special to me...
This story happened in the early 1990's. My wife Rachel and I married young. We'd known each other our entire life. We didn't attend the same school, but our parents were members of the same church and took it seriously. Our social life seemed to revolve around the congregation, so Rachel and I grew up together. She was good looking and she intrigued me, but...
I am British. The spell-checker on this site keeps underlining all my U.K. variant spellings. I've spent far too long working on this story and it is still by no means perfect -- but it is time to set it free, slap it on the bum and push it out into the world. I do not have an editor, or even someone to just read over my stuff, so if there is anyone out t...
Rick cruised along the freeway in the rental car, barely paying attention to the road. The traffic was light at this point, rush hour in Philly long since over. Between that and the GPS guiding his way to the hotel, the trip really didn't require much of his attention. He slipped into a daydream, trying to escape the sad reality of his life. He searched for...
Rains, cold and winter. The impatient penitence of the lashing winds and the pitiless drops of rain slamming against the windows of the world. Standing in the ancient manse, this moment caught and broken apart by the self immolation in cold slashing wind fire, against the windows and the walls and the roof, none of which are capable of supporting us, not now...
Please don't shed a single tear when I tell you it was the passing of my wife that led me to abandoning the country of my birth. Our marriage had already been on the downhill slide for a year or two before she learned of her illness, and I have no doubt that we would have eventually gone our separate ways. But I could not just abandon the woman I'd once love...
I still can’t believe that he went for it. It was during one of our many recent sessions of bedroom play that Rich made another hint of his desire to try swinging. Once again, I called him on it, but this time more explicitly. “I bet your all bluff,” I said teasingly, “You could never handle the thought of me being intimate with someone else and you know i...