Dave looked at the Bulletin Board -- Personals. And one in particular caught his eye. It was simple, appearing innocent, and yet appealing. Nothing sexual in it, but Dave felt something sensuous and refreshing. The Post read:: "Female college student looking for online emailing". All the other posts were the usual: "Looking for erotic chat"; "Looking for...
In a morally ambiguous, obscure world, this would be a true story. __________________________ It was a scene right out of the 1960s. Wealthy, powerful, confident man sits in a smoke-filled, dim lit room, with his scotch at the bar looking at the woman next to him, getting ready to hit on her. He should have felt he belonged on Mad Men. Only, it was a mirag...
Angie's eyes opened to look across the bed to see her lover watching her sleep. A slow smile crept across her face, "How long have you been watching?" She whispered. "Not long, maybe ten minutes," Vic replied softly, his fingers moving to brush her hair out of her face. "You are so beautiful," Vic said as he looped her hair behind her ear. Angie smiled as...
A lucky break leads him to the most memorable weekend of his life. NOTE: This story is a continuation of "Interlude with Honi." Tuesday evening for Bob Gordon was much like Monday had been, and so was every other evening that week, up until Friday. All of his days and nights had been pretty much the same since his wife had ended their fifteen year marria...
Immediately I could tell she was thinking of jumping, you don't stand on the outside of the bridge rail to look at the view. I thought it would be a waste if she did, she looked very pretty: A natural redhead with nice long legs. "You're not thinking of letting go are you?" I asked. "It'll make a terrible mess for someone to clear up." "What's it to you?"...
Pure Fiction. Many thanks to my editor Windy Swimming, who went way above and beyond on this one. ***** I roused myself from my torpor, realizing that I had just been staring at the hotel room wall. I had checked in a bit earlier after spending the day flying cross-country. I had unpacked, then blanked out, just waiting until time to get dinner. Well, it w...
Blame it on mom. She was a jazz freak and I grew up hearing Billy Holiday, Anita O'Day, June Christie, Ella and Louis, you name it. "The cats" she called them. She knew all the words and she'd sing to the records, snapping her fingers, looking at herself in the mirror, moving her hips. I remember sitting on the floor, holding the record jackets, looking at t...
Chapter 1 Well, I don't exactly know how to start describing what happened a couple of years back since it really was a coming together of something that went back a long long way in time...to the 80's actually. A friend of mine, Mark, was taking tennis lessons at a local club. He wasted no time in advising me to attend. Being adventurous myself there was...
They had been friends for 20 years, & in all that time he had felt attracted to her. They'd had many long conversations about sex over the years, yet had never acted upon them. When he tried to start something up, she often seemed stand-offish, & sometimes shy or even afraid of him. Figures. He should have never told her so much about his fantasies. Yeah, it...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Las Vegas, Nevada Hot air could be felt outside during the afternoon, just an hour from stepping off the plane. A much needed vacation was now in order all at the hands of Steven Diaz himself. As he had promised...