Guy meets gal, falls in love, and after an epic romance, they decide to get married. Fast forward to a lovely ceremony, and then roll of credits on screen or end of the book. Um, that's not how it works out in real life. Let me tell you about what happens after happily ever after. My name is Arthur LaRoche. I was born on the island of Haiti in 1962, and my p...
Dear reader: This story is a response to challenge by H2Owader for new authors to submit stories. What follows is my first submission and is one way H2Owader's story could continue. Some sex, but that's not the focal point. I do have several stories planned and would appreciate your comments. As with most authors/readers I do have my biases that will be r...
When I was a kid, I was the one that nobody fucked with, and I mean nobody. It wasn't that I was the biggest or the strongest, but the whole school knew that I'd never give up. The crowd around the playground fights would walk away saying "Man, Jack has balls," and they were right, I didn't put up with shit from anyone. In forth grade, they kicked me out of...
FAWC 2: Virtuoso (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."...
John Hanley had it made. At 35, he had just become the youngest senior executive in his company’s history. His salary was guaranteed to be in the six figure range, and with bonuses, he could easily take home half a million this year. Home life was equally as good. His wife of ten years, Linda, was incredibly supportive of his heavy work load. She understoo...
This story is written from multiple points of view. John and Jessica are married. Jill, Marci and Pam are John's employees. This is a long story, but I prefer not to write in parts Thanks to LSEiland for her very helpful editing Jessica: I was at home on a Friday, looking forward to the weekend, when the phone rang around 3 pm. I heard the hushed voice of...
What is on a man's mind? Sex. Yeah, said the juvenile. I said on a MAN'S mind. The answer is, depends on the man. Not all men are equal. As in 'the same', or 'equivalent'. 'In the mathematical sense', as they say. Hell, as if anyone except them damn mathematicians gives a damn about the 'mathematical sense' of things. Well, I am a mathematician, so I do...
Melissa punched in as usual for her day job, yawning in spite of the energy drinks that she guzzled to stay alert. Her other profession was an open secret, but as long as it didn't interfere with her performance at this one, none of her supervisors would take any notice of it. She was popular with many of her colleagues, after all. There were exceptions, of...
Christopher Botham, a Roman-nose Englishman now residing in Manhattan, was in an early marriage crisis and perhaps as to be expected, regarded it as fundamentally not of his making. A mere sixty days after the wedding, his wife Anna, a secondary school teacher, had announced adamantly that having sex twice a day was no longer an option. Chris's mouth froze...
"Well, she sounds great. I can't wait to meet her." Beth Cooper absentmindedly stirred the soup on the stove while holding the phone to her ear, genuinely happy for her friend. "Don't get me wrong here," Mark protested. "Emily's not my girlfriend." "Oh, of course not," Beth teased, drawing out each word in mock innocence. "You regularly spend whole conver...