I had just gotten home; it was Friday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. My wife was waiting for me. Not waiting for me as she usually did with a smile and a peck, but fidgeting—and seemingly determined about something. Something was up, and it didn't look good. "Hi honey," I said. I stopped and looked at her. "Something wrong? Where are the childre...
Chapter 3 Jenny on the Jet A long and bumpy flight for Jake turns out well. Sunday August 31 Jake stowed his carry-on in the overhead bin, and settled heavily into his seat 31B. Although it was still too warm, it was nothing like the sauna-like conditions of the jetway, which mirrored the sweltering August heat wave that continued to baste NYC. He was on...
It was one of the most elaborate costume parties she'd ever been invited to and it made her nervous in ways she hadn't felt since junior high. She was no stranger to costume parties, elegance, "foofaraw." But this was, as her bombastic friend Shaniquah would say, "a whole notha level." Shanie had flown out from Atlanta to meet her just for this; she thought...
If I knew then what I know now....blah, or so the old adage goes. Personally, had I known back then what I now know, I would have done everything exactly the same way. Fate is a powerful thing, for good and for ill, and I've learned not to oppose it. My name is Adam Crowley Dieudonne, and I was born in the City of Belfast, Ireland, to a Haiti immigrant fathe...
I'm not even sure where to begin. The last couple weeks have just been a blur, and I never expected to be writing about such personal matters, even on a mostly anonymous site. None of this story will make any sense unless you read my account of a prior hook-up I had with my husband's golf pro. For those that can't take the time to read it, I will very briefl...
This story is dedicated to Selina28. For technical advice, kind words and an understanding of her beliefs that all men are not created equal Thanks Selina, you’re a very special lady. *********************** It was a mid-week evening. Mark kissed his wife’s forehead and she snuggled against him under the duvet after a bout of gentle lovemaking. She thoug...
We'd been married but three months. During that short time my wife, my new wife Jill, had hauled me around to at least fifty parties and nights out or so it seemed. When I say hauled me around, it was like I was a paid escort hired to drive her, buy her and her friends drinks. Get her coat, and watch her back while she flirted and danced and had a gay old ti...
Ronald sat on the edge of the bed, staring off into space. His hands idly tossed an object back and forth, the plastic no longer cool as it had been when he started. He stopped for a moment when he thought he heard a car door, then continued as he realized the sound was from down the street. Margaret. There, he had managed to force her name into his consci...
I was sitting is my office working Sunday morning in a loose pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt, as I usually do when I am alone, when I heard a soft knock on my door then my daughters friend came in and sat on the edge of my desk. She was wearing a baby doll sleep set get up, the top which stood out a good way to cover her ample breasts leaving her midriff...
My name is Nicholas Ichabous Crane Evanston. I'll spare you the long drawn out story of how I got that ridiculous name. The short version is that my dad saddled me with that long name so I would never forget the acronym, and always be NICE to people. Sometimes big stories have small beginnings, my story started at a CVS Pharmacy in a small town in North Car...