I should become a spy. I would be good at it too. I mean, I'm short, cute, and sometimes I can pretend I'm very dumb. I'm not at all petite or thin so if they were looking for the next James Bond girl, I wouldn't be it. No one would suspect that I was a spy. I could listen in on conversations and pass on important information to those that needed it. Yes, I...
Many thanks to Chicago Dave in helping me with this story. You will have to read my previous stories to get caught up as to how I arrived at this point in my life. My name is Betty Jean, a small town girl, who had just married my high school sweetheart, Joel. We had a beautiful June wedding with all of our friends and relatives attending. A friend of min...
One year ago today, my life changed in every way. As I sit here alone in the house my wife and I share, I've decided to share with the world the story that has been our lives for the last 365 days. I feel like it is a story that needs to be told, if for no other reason than to prepare you for what will come should this happen to you. Some of what I write w...
Things seemed to be changing lately for me and I wasn't quite sure where everything that I had been doing was headed. For the last year or so, I have been trying, and maybe not as hard as I could, to write better and better. I've gotten poor to fair reviews with my writing, so I attempted to enlist an editor to assist me with all of that. I'm an amateur wri...
It's that time of year again. Time to look back on another year. Evaluate your life and the progress you made this year. Time too to set those elusive goals, New Year's Resolutions, whatever you call them. For me, it is something that I have been doing for most of my adult life. In the past decade or so, it has become almost an obsession. I have read dozens,...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination and totally fictional. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. * Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh mi...
I won't be long, I promise. I just want to address a couple of things, thank you all for your support, and clarify some things where I may have left a wrong impression. First, the Thanks. I've received a lot of e-mails and public comments on the original article. More of it, in fact, than I have for anything else I've written. Nearly all of it has been kind...
I started working at a company on a six month contract. On the first day, I was shown around the business and introduced to the people that I would be working with. As I was walking down to the ground floor, I passed a vision of beauty on the stairs. Our eyes met and there was a spark of interest between us. The woman was dressed immaculately in corporate...
He was invisible. He was used to that. His own children were grown up now, but when they were teenagers, and had friends around, they treated him as if he had accidentally slipped off into another dimension. He was just 'the dad'. Completely uninteresting. What would he know? Old, a bit overweight, thinning hair. Boring. He had been invited to dinner at Joh...
*This is complete work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.* *The persons within this story all of legal age, all acts depicted are consensual.* *I also do not write the quick wham bam type stories, I enjoy the fantasy of the lead up.* "Ah, finally it is Friday, the long work week is over," I thought to myself as...