It was nearing midnight, Halloween coming to a close. All the little kiddies were at home sifting through mounds of sweets in preparation of cavity orgies in the days to come. Most adult revelers were still partying or finding spots to nurse their binges. Usually, I'd be home with a tumbler of Johnnie Walker Black in hand, microwave popcorn by my side, watc...
"Dinner's ready," she said quietly, as she appeared behind him and carefully ran her fingertips over his temple and down his cheek. He glanced up from his reading and reached out to tug gently on the o-ring of the collar she always wore in his presence. Pulling her down to him, he reached up and caressed her face, then cupped her neck and kissed her small,...
As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I'm pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit....
"Eight inches of snow, can you believe it!" Parrish yelled. Joseph, his little brother of eleven years, came running to the window still wiping the sleep from his eyes. Sara, their little sister who was too young to understand what all the fuss meant, still came up to the big picture window to look out. Parrish's face was close enough to the window his bre...
Savannah stood in front of the large mirror in the bedroom of the house they were renting in London. Her long hair was no longer red. It was now jet black with dark burgundy highlights. It looked as though she'd had extensions put in. But she had been to the salon that day and pampered herself and it was thick and wavy and smelled of Love Spell. "You know yo...
Note: This story occurs right after the story Drive. The story makes sense on its own, but you may understand the Fiona character better if you read Drive first. * The caller ID on the phone showed Fiona's number. Ever since he saw note that she was meeting with Victor Frank had been wondering when she would call. He answered the phone. "Hi Frank, I'm su...
At the same time as Violet was reading over her list of tasks, the extremely buxom blonde Danielle was sitting in front of her computer reading over her own list of tasks - most of which were as distasteful to her as her counterpart's had been. After reading over her list, Danielle tried to call Violet but only got her answering machine. She'd been wondering...
A letter from the unemployed to Santa Claus hoping for a job. Dearest Santa Claus, I'm sorry, Santa. Maybe I asked you for too much last year, when I asked you for what I'm asking you for again this year. Since I didn't receive what I asked for last year, by asking you for the same thing again, I was hoping to receive it this year. Maybe I was expecting to...
"All I'm saying is you should have known better, that all." With a sigh, I nodded my head at the truth of that even though I was already tired of hearing James bitch and bemoan. It's not like this was completely my fault. "I mean really, Allen ... what were the odd it was going to be what the girls said it was?" he continued. "James, put a cork in it alre...
Author Note: I've included a bit of backstory to this one in case I want to expand it in the future. Hopefully it doesn't take away too much from the story and you enjoy it. I welcome all positive and negative feedback. ****** Eyes struggling open to the sound of her alarm, she flailed around in a failed attempt to turn it off. Most mornings would be spen...