It was supposed to be a typical ski holiday. There's a chalet to rent and some travel company hires it and sets up a holiday package for young singles wanting to ski. This particular chalet had four bedrooms, two beds per room. Basically we were a group of eight strangers arbitrarily sharing a house. The only thing the agency did to ensure compatibility was...
The first ski trip with the ex had gone as well as could be expected. I had asked Tina to come along so there was another set of eyes on our daughter, Zaida. It had been her first time skiing, and I'm not that great of a skier, so I was worried about losing her on the mountain. There hadn't been any squabbles, and just a couple of tense moments. Fast forwa...
(This is a piece of fiction, and please enjoy it as so. Enjoy.) Tisha Miller prepared her husband's breakfast, for this day at work as she did most mornings. Frying eggs, bacon, sausage and mushrooms she plated the food and walked over to place it front of her husband. She was still dressed for bed; wearing a purple, silk nightdress that reached her knees...
Phil and Jenny left England towards the end of October for their well-deserved ski vacation at Whistler in British Columbia. They arrived in Vancouver on the morning of the 25th and arrived at the Mountain Resort before noon. Their condo was fully equipped, including a fireplace, and Jacuzzi on the deck. Jenny is a bright, tall curvy blonde with extremely no...
He couldn't sleep. Her image kept returning to him as he lay next to his wife who was sleeping contently. They had run into each other frequently during the day on the ski slopes, at lunch, and again at dinner. He could not keep his eyes off of her as she frequently glanced at him, flirting openly. His wife, and the woman's male companion, were oblivious to...
I first met Walt in a hotel bar in the northern suburbs of Detroit. It was September 1977 and I was at the bar that evening with my best friend Pam. On Wednesday evenings beginning at 8:00PM the bar had live music. Pam and some of my other girlfriends and I would often go there to dance and hopefully meet guys. Disco music was still popular in 1977 and it wa...
What do you get your husband for a twentieth anniversary gift? ...Something special and perhaps memorable. It's supposed to be something of China, porcelain, or craft-like art. I put the coffee mug down that said "World's Best Husband." I didn't know what to get him. That evening Rob and I talked about the milestone date and together we decided on a trip,...
It wasn't even six yet. The movie wouldn't start until it got dark about nine thirty. Durand was less than an hour away, so we had at least two hours to kill. "So, what do you want to do until its time to go?" I asked Deb as we got out onto the porch. "I don't think we need to leave until almost eight thirty." Deb turned into my arms and with a wet open mou...
There's something about clothing-optional beaches that just appeal to any red-blooded hetero male. The chance to find the girls-next-door daring to bare all on vacation in search of that all-over tan is mindblowing. I took my demure wife to one last summer, having visited before myself with a previous girlfriend, but made sure I looked as surprised ass poss...
I'd had a great first semester at school. My grades were pretty decent, I'd made a wonderful new friend in Cindy and I was having a great time in the tri-delta sorority house. Still, by the time Christmas break rolled around, I was pretty much exhausted and when I got home I wasn't up for much of anything. My sister, who is a spitting image of me, only about...