As always, many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedbac...
The kids are finally grown, they are out of the house, Anne is depressed and bored. When the couple married many years ago, they decided when their children came along, Anne would stay home to take care of their offspring. She quit her job in the banking industry, just before she gave birth to her first child, when the children were old enough to attend sch...
Cassandra is a tease, a flirt, a slut, a girl who lives very much for the moment. Unconcerned with propriety or fashion trends, she dresses in clothes that go right for the jugular of a fetishist's libido. Spandex, leather, latex, spike heels, corsets, overdone hair, make-up and fingernails - these are her stock-in-trade. Cassandra flaunts her outrageous bod...
"Children," Professor Barnes intoned, "Andrew Wyeth once said, 'I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious.' Can anyone tell me what that means? Yes, Mr. Kadesky." "Creativity lives in the subconscious. Through the leaks and cracks in our conscious, connections are made that allow our creativity to emerge. The more por...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. Wednesday, October 31 At seven thirty Scott's cell rang and Veronica picked it up from the dresser and answered when she saw the caller ID was Grace. "Hi, stranger, I've missed you. ... Thanks, and how's your brother-in-law? ... Good. ... This morning?...
Daddy and Velma had now been married about eight months. He began courting her in August, 1951 after dating a few other women. She had never been married and may have been a virgin when they began going together. She wasn't for very long after that if she was. In 1952 women still wore full fashioned stockings as seamless and pantyhose were not yet invented....
[Author's note: Life After We concludes with the next chapter.] Mike woke to a gentle shake on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes he saw Jen looking down at him. "Hi sleepyhead," she said with a smile. "I've got to run." "Okay," Mike said with a smile back. He saw she was already dressed, looking beautiful as always. "I liked last night," she said....
I thought this was going to be an easy assignment, even though I've been chasing him for years, always mere steps behind. He's like a ghost, a dark shadow taunting me, the one I could never catch. And I finally had a solid lead. It was going to be an easy dinner date, a simple informant handing over useful tips. In and out. I never thought I would find mys...
-one- Fifteen minutes later back in my motel room, just as I opened the door, the telephone was ringing. "Hello." "Scott Norton?" I didn't recognize the voice. It was low and soft, a man. "Eddie Schwartz," he said. "I use to know a buddy of. yours back in Pittsburgh. I saw your photo in the paper last week. Remember Audie Miller?" Who would forget...
This story is based loosely on fact. While I am not a 19 year old college student, I did have a relationship with a Dom by e-mail and I did do a lot of the stuff in the story. I just have not become quite the slut described in the story. This e-mail relationship did cause me to be much more open to opportunistic sex and, while not subjugating myself to men c...