Sharon and I sat quietly as the preacher spoke somberly, telling the story of how Ginger, our next door neighbor had passed. Henry and Ginger has been good friends and neighbors for close to a dozen years, we had many long chats over the back fence. It was fun to try and one up each other to have the greenest and cleanest lawns, the nicest flowers. Ginger...
I was bereft. Meg, my wife of 24 years, had died of cancer. At age 45, I found myself a widower. For weeks after the funeral I would come home from work and rattle around inside the big empty house and cry and feel sorry for myself. The kids would call once or twice a week, but they were grown and moved away and had their own lives. Their occasional calls st...
Author's note: In this chapter, I have finally succumbed to the many comments (mainly but not all from North America), which I have received about my 'embedded dialogue' writing style. So this one is full of 'quotes' to denote dialogue. Ach - (sighs) - life's full of compromises! I hope it makes it easier for some of you to read. The story so far. Red,...
This story is a continuation of my "The Performance" series in that it features my character Megan Ward. Of course, the ubiquitous Harry Stone is the narrator. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are encouraged to read my "The Performance" series including "Private Performances" for background. This story is a work of fiction. Any resembla...
As you may have gathered it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago. At the time I was not looking forward to it as I felt I was getting old ; I was turning 31. My partner Sharon knew this and unbeknown to me had planned something rather special for me to cheer me up. Sharon and I have been together nearly ten years and our sex life has always been great as w...
Thanks for reading the next event of the Billionaire's Wrestling Club series. I hope you enjoy and if you have suggestions for future matches please feel free to share. ***** It was going to be a special night, the Billionaire's Club was putting on a special show which would see twelve performers compete in a twisted version of the Royal Rumble. There was...
Best enjoyed if you have read Part One. * The drive took a couple hours, the four of us in Rob's Explorer, the flatlands of southern Indiana giving way to steeper winding roads as we ascended into the Kentucky hills. Our destination was in the Daniel Boone National Forest, hilly wooded backwoods country. Jim was the only one of us who had been anywhere nea...
Sharon eventually got to sleep after tossing and turning in the dark fetid heat, crammed between Sweetness’ and Tracey’s own hot bodies, and long after the moaning and gasping ceased from the mattress where Buttercup was sleeping with Joy. When she awoke it was on a lumpy mattress sodden with sweat and the strange sensations of a slobbery tactile probing in...
{This story was actually written by my late husband, Ted. I did make a few changes and corrections. Some of you may have seen Ted's stories here under the nickname, "magichands". I found this and a pile of other writings, mixed in with articles and stories from over many years. To give you an idea of the volume of his writings, they fill 4 very large cardboa...
For our party we had rented a seldom used county park for the day. It was a beautiful setting out in the country with two large pavilions in case of rain. There were grills to cook on, trails for walking, and a beach on a small secluded lake. All our friends came. Bryan & Debra, Dick & Nina, Mike & Jane, Jack & Suzanne, Rick & Sara, Alex & Mary, and Matt & L...