When I was in college several years ago, my fraternity brothers and I spent many an afternoon passing the time telling many a tall tale about fine tail that we had enjoyed. We also learned all kinds of card games, board games like Penta and backgammon, and other diversions when the boredom of lying about our exploits with women got to be too much. My favorit...
After serving a few years in the Army I became a civilian again. My name is Greg Daley and I am 30, 6 ft tall with brown hair cut very short. I am burly and have a few war tattoos on my right and left biceps. I served in Iraq for a few months and injured myself by taking grenade shrapnel to my left knee. It left a big scar but I survived. I just couldn't run...
It was something I said I would never resort to: *A Dating Service*...I chuckled. It had been almost two years since the divorce and my architect business was keeping me way to busy. I didn't have the time nor the inclination to jump into the 'bar' scene. Besides I had my teenage son to be concerned about. I needed to be more discriminating with my choice o...
Chapter 2: The Second Night Note: Part one of this story "Together Again pt01: First Night" is listed in the Romance category. The next evening found us in the hotel's oversized bathtub, soaking in the effervescent effects of a "Phucket" bath bomb from Lush. We laughed, splashed and joked as the hibiscus scent floated up from the foam. "What are we doing...
The wind softly enveloped itself within the lightly woven mesh of the pastel colored curtains that hung from ceiling to floor in the bedroom. On any other evening, the wind would have been forced to remain outside the comfort of the dimly lit room. Tonight though, he was allowed to enter, to be a part of and to dance with all who may encounter his presence....
"There's some wet on me," Elise said softly. Perhaps it was Miguel's splashing earlier. Sigrid paid no attention to what she said; she continued with her nostalgic reverie about the time when pleasure for her was more pure, less corrupted by inhibition and less tainted by paranoia. She was talking of Zizi, Sigrid's great mistress and teacher in the ways of p...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is a true account. Names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. ============================ BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. "Aaaauuughhh!!" The cry filled the apartment as I rushed to clean the place up some more, then I realized the voice was my own. I'd been getting a little restless waiting for Jeannie to...
Part I – "Graduation" The phone rang. "Hello, this is Sabina." It was Randy, a man I had recently been involved with. The last time I saw him, we did not have a good weekend. I told him I didn't want to see him after that. We agreed to go our own ways. "What's new?" Randy asked. "I graduated this weekend," Sabina said. "The diploma was worth the wait! I h...
I must thank my dear friend Dulcis for editorial help on this story. Your kind comments and gentle editing helped tremendously. * * * "Library information desk. May I help you?" "Yes, I hope you can help me. May I please speak to the manager?" "Of course! I'm the manager. What can I do for you?" I feel the muscles in my shoulder clench. This kind of call...
I'd been debating what to do about the invitation for a week or so. My freelance writing was going pretty well, but it wasn't totally supporting me yet. I held a part-time retail job and did odd cleaning and catering jobs when I could get them to supplement my income without tying me down too much. For the day in question I had a lead on a catering gig I cou...