"When I was doing research for my PhD on dating couples, one of the interesting ironies I ran across were antithetical sayings. For instance, who hasn't heard the old saw 'birds of a feather flock together?' Everyone, right? Then how do you explain this: 'Opposites attract'?" He looked around and saw the typical reactions. Lots of smiles, some shrugs, a few...
Created by Patricia51 and Linda_s Two cops help a new mom move on with her life. Special thanks to Patricia51 and LadyCibelle. You guys are wonderful friends! LadyCibelle is the best editor I have ever known. And thanks to my newest friend, Roxanne Appleby. Her stories are suffused with warm-heartedness and caring, which I hope I can show in the stories I...
This is Part 2 of a Well Laid Plan-for your better enjoyment, please first read Part 1. ***** I felt twenty years younger. Not like a teenager, mind you, but like the virile stud I was back in college. It wasn't just the newness of taking a new lover, it was that ego inflating knowledge that I could still get it up repeatedly throughout the night and give...
"Layla, what's taking you so long, you're dirty old man is waiting for you!" I was delighted with his insistence, Stephen was obviously rested and prepared to carry on. I had to admire his tenacity, his absolute willingness to please me with every ounce of strength he had. Admittedly, he very nearly drained me, in more ways than I could, or would, have ima...
It had been two hours since the last time Big Mike opened his eyes; rolling over he re-discovered the spilled beer and cold, wet mattress that shocked him into full wakefulness. Sitting up and looking about the place, he saw Skeeter's pretty hair was everywhere, but Skeeter was gone. Soon enough he began to remember the events of last night: and his discover...
Sketches in the Night I The Cop He left Homicide a little after midnight, turned east on 51st and headed towards the lake, for his apartment off South University. He rubbed his eyes, tried to wipe away the burn that had come with working thirty hours straight, then he yawned, pinched away a lacrimal tear as he pulled up to the red light at Cottage Grove. H...
Chapter One: Thursday Evening The week had started badly; the girlfriend moaning due to the fact I would be away in my lorry driving all week. She had a hen weekend planned for the following Saturday and Sunday so no sex for her for over a week. I should explain Jenny my 20-year-old girlfriend of almost two years was the most gorgeous girl I'd ever been in...
Prologue. "Damn writer's block! Damn it to hell!" I sat before my lap top in the large dining room waiting for inspiration. There was nothing. A hundred times, or so it seemed, I had begun to tap in words, and then deleted them. "Rubbish, all bloody rubbish," I silently wailed. "I'll never be able to write another story, ever." Chapter 1.The Mountain Hid...
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains scenes of graphic sex and adult themes and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. This story bends reality and does not rely on truth or anything resembling real life, it is pure fantasy and...
She had looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary and from the way his mother had been humming while serving him his morning pancakes, it seemed the canary was still singing in her belly. Alan wondered why that should be. He had to admit she looked good with a smile on her face, but he hadn't seen his mother crack a smile in two years. His brain kept...