The day was what Ben usually called a "lazy day." He'd completed his latest project the previous evening, and his next project wasn't scheduled to begin until the following week. He planned to spend the next two days running errands, doing odd jobs around the apartment, and just relaxing. At the moment, he was enjoying the noontime sunshine of a cool, early...
We sleep late. I woke, looking around my now-familiar bedroom, at the dirty clothes from yesterday always strewn on the floor from last night. Emma sleeps next to me, her back to me. I draw my fingernails lightly down her back, and she lithely stretches her back to me. "Mm Fred..." she mumbles in her sleep and I scratch harder. She purrs, like a cat, and sl...
© 2009 by Penelope Street Want to know what it's like to be the chubby, spectacled, second-chair trombone player with a unibrow? I can name that tune in two words: No dates. That's right, none. No dances or proms or even a movie. No holding hands, let alone a kiss. Not one boy from high school ever even pretended to be interested in me. I had some hope co...
So what WAS the moral of the story? He suggested several possibilities: --Don't be a heavy drinker. --Heredity outweighs everything else. --You can't trust anyone, even members of your family. --Stamina is very important. I don't know which of these is right, or whether any of them is the best. I came up with another one on my own. Let me tell you the s...
I met Jenny in college, of course. Most people meet their spouses in college and I was no exception. I used to have lunch every day at The Cage, in the quad just outside the engineering building. It was communal seating, so I just plopped myself down on a bench and waited to see who would sit near me. Usually, it was one of my friends in the engineering depa...
Abigail and Steven: Abigail's work has been shown at major museums. Also, she is a member of the faculty at the University. She is beautiful, intelligent and sensual. She is imaginative, emotional and creative. She loves sex, especially sex with Steve. As she has expressed herself to Steve, "Sex is wonderful. But when we fuck, it is thrilling, sublime, bea...
*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author.* Special thanks to my "partner in crime" (and other things,) author NotReallySure. * Deuce opened the simple blue card to find a pair of Disneyland tickets inside. He looked up at his girlfriend, Rachel, with a big smile on his face. "B...
Zack peered inside the barroom, letting his eyes adjust to the dark from the Sunday afternoon sunshine outside. Sam and Alan were just where they were usually to be found at this time on a Sunday, at the far end of the bar. Zack grinned in relief and headed for them. All was as usual: Sam with his pint, Alan with another fruity drink -- this one looked like...
Servants moved Direca's belongings into the room August had chosen for her. It wasn't the grandest room on the second floor, but they did as they were told. They were good at following orders. After, they moved her properly into her room, they would finish with young Marcus' belongings. Direca pouted as she stood in the center of her room. It was hardly fi...
Chapter 1 I'm a twenty eight year old woman. After being married for four years, I would have told you that I was not the type of woman who would ever carry on an affair. So I was very surprised to find myself in the arms of another man. It all seemed like a dream at the time as I let my husband talk me into taking a lover. My story is hard to tell because...