Part 4: An Uneven Trade Chapter 1 You never know when a small event in life will trigger a huge future event. Our small event was painting a wall. Our huge future event was swapping marriage partners. This is how it happened. Tom and Diane Miller owned a successful motel in Denver. They had worked hard and lived modestly through the early part of their li...
"Take this off." Jenifer pulled at Bruce's semen stained gown. "I'd better get you a clean one." "I think you're right," said Bruce. Feeling awkward in unfamiliar emotional terrain, he added, "Thank you." Jenifer kissed the tip of his nose, and smiled with a self-satisfied quirk to her lips. "I thought it might take your mind of things and relax you." Dism...
Crèvecoeur-en-Auge, France 1380 It had been a hard day of riding, but Jean de Carrouges was still far from his destination. He had hoped to reach his family estate at Campomesnil, but a late start, heavy morning rains and a brief and unexpected encounter with a pair of brigands had delayed the squire, leaving him in a foul mood. The weather this time of ye...
We drove for almost two hours before we found a town large enough to have a pharmacy that carried the morning after pill, and as we stood there to pay, the clerk asked if we planned to use Medicaid. I guess this was a common way of paying in this part of the country, but I could see Erin bristle at the question before politely explaining should we be using h...
For the past couple of years, I've been singing and playing music in a Celtic band, a five member acoustic ensemble specializing in the traditional music of Scotland, Ireland and England. My husband Kevin and I are Pagans, followers of the ancient fertility religion of the Celts. Kevin's been an enthusiastic supporter of my work with the band, seeing how muc...
Oh my god, what am I doing?! My hands were shaking so bad I fumbled with the hotel key. His breath was hot on my neck, his hands resting on my hips, holding me so close I could fee his intentions pressing against the small of my back. The door opened with a bang and we were in. He pushed me against a wall and kissed me, his lips on mine, hot. His tongue push...
THE MIDDLE—CRIME AND PUNISHMENT It was somewhere around two o'clock in the morning and with the exception of just a few faint lights in the corridors, it was pretty dark. I could see silhouettes and shadows of what little there was to see in my ten by ten cell. With my arms folded behind my head, I was deep in thought rather than sleeping like I knew I shou...
Lynn Morgan was leaving the PTA meeting to go home when two of the other mothers invited her to join them for lunch. She accepted their gracious offer and drove her green station wagon to her neighbor's home. They discussed the different activities that were available for their children in the middle-class town of Medford. Lynn's green eyes lit up when she w...
This story is largely factual. Although you can never get all the facts and dialogue exact as they happened I've edited this post based on a recent evening spent reminiscing with my wife and best friend. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did remembering it. ______________________________ One morning I was on my computer searching Ecards for my friend Wil'...
Donna's toes felt so good, but she was right. I needed to slow down. It was shaping up to be like our discussions when we she was in the woman superior position. Only this time she was on her back and I was the one theoretically in charge my climax. The conversation would last only as long as I could. Donna began, "After our dinner where he told me about i...