This story is about my first wife, it happen awhile ago so I told it as I remember it. We are no longer married, but this had nothing to do with our parting ways. I had been in the Navy for ten years when I met and married Shari, who was getting out of the Navy after doing three years. Shari was a 21yr. old cutie with shoulder length red wavy hair, pale ski...
Black Book Diary Entry Gertrude and I worked at the same place and lived not far from one another. We didn't commute together, but gave one another a ride to and from work, whenever one of us was stuck not having a car. She was older than me, but at least 25 years. Matter of fact, her son was my age and her daughter was only a few years younger than me. Ge...
This is the second installment from the first part. That story was my first step into writing. I appreciate the feedback, and I know I will continue to become a better writer. I hope you enjoy this part of the story. *** After that night at my cousin's house I tried to avoid seeing Ashley too much. Honestly, I felt guilty for what had happened. It wasn't...
"It's kind of early to be out riding a bike, isn't it?" he said pulling up next to her. "I could say the same for you," she said. "Yeah, but I don't have a flat tire and we're quite a ways from town." "I guess I never really thought about that." "Well, lucky for you, I have a patching kit and a pump. Would you like some help?" "That would be nice. Thank...
As he crested a small hill, he felt the wheels of his motor home start to skid on the wet, slick surface of the road. Though his heartbeat accelerated, he calmly turned the wheel just slightly into the skid, then slowly eased the RV straight again. Taking a deep breath, he felt his heartbeat slowly return to normal. The storm outside had been raging earlier,...
Mr. Callahan was a sweet old man. He was a resident at the retirement home I worked art-time at in the evenings and on weekends. He was 61, and really didn't need to be there. His wife had a moderate case of emphysema. From what he'd told me, he'd taken care of her himself for the last five years, but his arthritis was making it more difficult. Green Meadows...
"The bike ride..." "What's the bike ride?" Sara knew intrigue was apparent on her face and her ignorance made her look stupid. But who cared? Jenna, best friend number one, wasn't one to judge. "Come on... Every love story has a bike ride. The guy rides the bike and the girl is behind him and they—" "I'd rather be on a motorcycle. It's much faster and bik...
This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence. * * * * * This is a continuation of the story begun in My First Harley. You may wish to find out what was going on up to this point. I slowly began to wake up to a pleasurable sensation between my legs. When I b...
A few weeks after we returned from the Rally in Cocoa, Tony's cellphone rang one Friday evening. "Hello, this is Tony." "Hey man, how's it hanging?" Tony immediately recognized Cole's voice. "Same old, same old, pal. What's up with you?" "Just wondering if you're going on the club ride tomorrow and if your pillion is open," Cole replied. "I am and it is....
I was really having a classic lazy Sunday. I'd been visiting my brother in San Francisco, and we'd had a pretty booze filled Saturday, which left us not wanting to do anything on the Lord's Day. The fact that it was raining didn't help, and we didn't even get around to leaving his apartment until noon, at which time we went for a short walk to get sandwiches...