The problem with a little trouble. The problem with finding a little bit of trouble is it leaves you wanting more. But I was looking for trouble. Not BIG trouble. Not trouble to follow you home trouble. Not the kind that takes your life by the edges and shakes it up and changes everything around trouble. Definitely not. No, what I wanted was the kind of da...
A lot of people complain about their childhood but I like to think that I take the cake. I don't think anyone grew up as screwed up as I was. I wasn't abused or anything like that, well maybe I was. My Mom became a righteous nut after my Dad left. She buried herself deep into religion and got a job working at the church to help her get away from whatever it...
Her heart hammered as she sat in the layby, waiting for her liaison. Jessica, suddenly bored with being a little fat housewife and mother, had taken her life, looked at it and found it wanting. On the back of that decision she had taken her free time into her own hands and posted an advertisement on an x rated website, trying to entice more spice into her li...
Sarah awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on her dozing face, bright enough for her to know it was daylight. This was one of those mornings Sarah especially liked. There was nothing she needed to do and no appointment she had to keep. She could rest in bed for just as long as she liked. Or not just rest. She could hear Lee breathing beside her, soft and...
My name is Steve and last year I finally married the love of my life, Rachael. She is about 5'4, slim, short brown hair in a cute bob and a great body. We have been together for several years and I have to admit, our relationship was awesome. We had sex three or four times a week and we were very much in love, we always did everything together, as a couple....
Note: This story, the sequel to an earlier affront to English letters entitled, "Moonlight & Revelations," has benefited from a good going over in a workshop thread on the Story Discussion Circle. Many thanks to all the hardy folks who helped iron out some of the story's many flaws. All remaining mistakes and shortcomings are mine. RF == "What has gotten i...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
As a busy executive, I never found time for my family. As a consequence, my first wife divorced me, moved with my children to California, and left my life for good. At first, I tried to maintain a relationship with my children, but they became strangers to me and I to them. There was never enough time to establish a bond. I willingly continue to send alimony...
It was ironic that I was watching "He's Just Not That Into You" when he called. It had become a Valentine's Day tradition: watch a sappy chick flick, cook myself a nice dinner, and try not to dwell too thoroughly on the fact that it was my 30th Valentine's Day without a boyfriend. This year, I'd chosen my movie based on my New Year's Eve festivities. I'd had...
Ty to rgraham666 and pure for their editing. It is an evening in winter. My rooms are warm and their possessions are as I like them: The candle's light reflecting nothing but my signature. The iridescent quartz egg I have been nervously rolling around in my palm is quite hard, and now quite warm as well. My inner knowing tells me he is near. The knock is...