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...
(This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you'll like it.) I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama west of Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train - ferry - t...
Note: I mentioned in "The Next Morning" that it was part of a longer story. Well, here's the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He's comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out...
That evening we had a most enjoyable meal with Sharon and her adult daughters, Amanda and Connie, on their boat. They prepared a great meal, certainly a challenge considering the small size of the galley. We had brought a bottle of wine with us as a gift and this, along with 2 others that they had, lubricated the conversation. They gave us a tour of the sai...
Sleeping with the Enemy QUICK NOTE: This story is essentially the second chapter of my attempt to turn "Sexual Healing" into a novel, re-titled and posted as a love story...there is no real sex in this story, so keep that in mind...thanks to all who have been asking about it, and thanks for reading... Chapter 2. Failure. There are some events in a man's l...
It was the run-up to the Summer Ball at the Green Lake Yacht Club when it started. Tony and I were in the changing room showering after our morning's water-skiing. I was shaken out of my daydream by Tony's voice. "Going to the Summer Ball, Alec? You know the Ski club gets an allocation of tickets." "Yeah, I know. But who to ask?" "Yeah." There was silenc...
[This story is a spin off from my recently completed "Unexpected Threesome" series, published in the "Group Sex" heading, so the relationship of the minor characters derives from that story] ***** Ellen is a doctor, and a friend of mine, at the medical clinic where I am a nurse. She was about five years older than my 21 years, but we'd quickly bonded when...
For some people working for a company that sells sailing holidays would seem the ultimate perfect dream job. Dave Ross was nobody's sailor, even he admitted it but the job suited him. He was an almost thirty four year old graduate and now the lead Human Resources person in a sizeable public limited company that spanned most of the world. He was responsible...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Parts Seven and Eight have been amended and brought up to the present day and are now offered as a single rath...
My name: Don Wilson. I'm a 28 year old college graduate with a BA in business. I currently manage one of my father's three fitness centers. I'm semi buffed out for the simple reason it wouldn't be cool to look like John Goodman. Amy Wilson, also 28, is my sweetheart, best friend and lovely wife. She is only five feet tall and looks like a little girl next...