I Let Him Know What I Like... I was finally at his home. It was a great house in a very nice neighborhood in San Francisco. A quiet area with plenty of parking. That made it easy for me to stop my car right in front of the address, and look up to see the lights in the windows. It was an unusual place in a big city. Detached. The fog was swirling around in t...
This is a work of fiction based on a real encounter in a real city. Do not reprint without my permission. I like to receive criticism and comments on all aspects of my stories. I hope to be improving my writing for your pleasure. Please vote and comment. He awoke early under the gray rainy skies of Paris. His first thoughts were of the gaudy streetwalkers...
Weddings made Siana horny. Maybe that seemed crude to some people, but it was undeniably true for her. Perhaps, it was that everyone got dressed up and looked their attractive best. Or, the beautiful and sensuous feeling outfits that she got to wear. Or, the hopeful, fairy tale atmosphere. It might be the up tempo music and close dancing, or seeing happy fri...
*This is the final chapter of the story. If you haven't read the others, I recommend doing so as this is only here to complete the tale for those who are interested in the fate of the characters. There is no sex in this chapter but rather a consideration of the whole point in its composition and a response perhaps to previous comments. I hope you enjoy and,...
My wife and I finally decided to take the vacation we desperately needed. April and I had been working long hours and had seen very little of each other in the previous month, so we decided to spend a weekend away. It was February, close to Valentine's Day. We had once spent a few days in Henniker, New Hampshire, years earlier when we first met. We decided...
Father’s Day 2002 was quickly approaching, and I was at a loss over what to get for hubby. With the kids grown and living out of the area now, it didn’t look like we would be doing any “family” activities, to celebrate Dad’s special day of the year. I thought about the usual array of gifts commonly handed out on this rather auspicious day of the year, but no...
What I am going to write about happened at a strange time for me, during a sad, crazy, and yet somehow bittersweet summer. My husband Mark—now my ex-husband--was an airline pilot. Before I had met him, he had been engaged to a gorgeous, shapely flight attendant named Sherry. Sherry left him and married a doctor and, he told me, broke his heart. I should hav...
I needed this job. I needed it for so many reasons. For one, I could use some money. Being a poor graduate student had lost its romantic appeal long ago. I was tired of being out of money and wanting things. I was still young, in my prime, yet all I did was work on my dissertation and scrape by. My parents have been more than kind, helping with tuition, book...
We hadn't seen each other for a month. I had been away on business, he was starting a new job, so we were both busy, stressed out, and generally negligent of our relationship. My lover flew up to meet me and help me drive back home. Since he was very busy at his new job, he only had one day off that week, so I drove my packed car to the airport, picked him...
For anyone that needs some background information, you should probably read my first manuscript, Girls Night Out, Part 1. My husband encouraged me to write this, a description of my first extramarital encounter, that started a new lifestyle for us. It does not deal at all with violence, humiliation, or human degradation; it is more of a synopsis of how one w...