1. Saturday An hour ago, when I checked my altimeter, everything seemed okay, but now it registered an altitude that was much higher than it should have been, according to my map. This meant that the atmospheric pressure was dropping dramatically and bad weather was on the way. High up in the mountains that's a dangerous situation. It was near the end of Oc...
Ankoku had been walking toward home for just over an hour, but already the snow had drifted across the the main road that led out of town to such an extent that it was nearly invisible before her. The wind plucked at her robes, tore at her conical, woven hat, numbed her toes. Starting out from town had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she had six...
Just my luck, a freekin’ snowstorm. I was really disappointed. Here I was, home alone for four days and he’s stuck with a house full of people because of an unexpected snowstorm. Ohhhh, I had such plans for the weekend . . . We’ve been chatting online for a few months now. We both loved our spouses and neither one of us wanted to jeopardize our marriages. H...
This story takes a long time to get to the actal sex part. If you're looking for a stroke-story, you'd better choose some other story. Avalanche. A-va-lanche. A r-syllable-word that rolled easily off the tongue. A beautiful, poetic word. But there was nothing poetic about the great mass of snow and ice that came falling down on them right now, with a deafe...
As I climbed Wilson Peak in my RV, I wondered if I was going to be in for a storm tonight. Off to the west, dark, angry looking clouds were backlit by the late afternoon sun and moving my way. Being kind of a geek, I keep track of the weather anywhere I travel and there had been no mention of rain, just some wind and temperatures dipping into the mid-30's, n...
The blizzard was getting worse but you know what it's like when you're driving and really trying to get somewhere. I57 was like the main corridor through the length of Illinois. Though I'd made this trip hundreds of times, nighttime in a snowstorm has to be one of the worst. My husband had left me; my job just kind of dried up. A visit with my sister sounde...
January 1998 This is the worst part. The part where I'm standing on a precarious little icy step that doesn't seem entirely stable, leading to some upper-basement studio apartment that doesn't seem entirely clean, and I'm probably, stupidly, going to slip and fall just before they'll answer the door. I won't even get to the part where I have to mumble some...
Please respond! This is my first submission and I would love feedback, positive and negative, so long as it is constructive. Thank you for reading my submission. * I doubt I was unique in any way. Finishing up my senior year of high school, just turned 18. Not a smashing success with the ladies, although pride compels me to admit that I have had my fair s...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. The snow was coming down so heavy that the windshield wipers were clogging. Cedric was concerned that he would be stuck out on the Interstate without any means of calling for help. He had forgotten hi...
Before you read The Meeting2, I suggest you read the first installment, The Meeting. [It was placed in the Romance category but should have been in Loving Wives. Another mistake attributed to my romantic mindset about sex.] But, even if you don't, I hope you enjoy my moment of discovery about some women and me. The plot is pure fiction but the emotions are r...