Observations of a Sidewalk Café Girl Watcher This story is an elegy to a beautiful young girl, who lives and works in the coffeehouse neighborhood of the City. If I were a poet, I would write a proper elegy, but I am not so this humble little story will have to suffice. I have seen her often around the neighborhood. She wore tight-fitting blue jean shorts,...
He was handsome. That much had been very obvious to Kate the minute she had met him. He was tall and fit and cut a striking figure in the suit he wore (this time, it was a gray one with a stark white shirt and black and red tie, making him a devilish sort of apparition). He had tossed his jacket across one of the chairs in the hotel room, revealing his black...
The sun was dipping in the colorful New Mexico sky; as I poured myself a vodka tonic and sat down to watch the Sandias turn their watermelon color. It had been another long day of listening to people tell me about their stress, idiosyncrasies, and how their mate did not turn them on anymore. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job as one of Albuquerque's leading...
We are happily married for last 15 years and having two kids. Our children are in their respective hostels of their boarding schools and doing quite well in study. We both love each other very much, but to be very frank our sex life was having lack of spark in last few years. I was extremely busy in my office works and my wife Vijaya was managing home, bank,...
Abbie almost choked on her wine as Terry made another joke. She placed the glass carefully down on the coffee table and wiped the excess wine from her lips. "Do you always talk about your wife like that?" Zak asked. "Only when she deserves it," Terry answered. "What did I do to deserve that?" Gail asked him with a cheeky grin on her face. "Claiming Brazi...
The following is a series of cell phone calls between a young girl, Maria O'Hara, and various other individuals. * Maria is an attractive, petite, young lady, just over 5 feet tall. She appears much younger than her 22 years. Most people would take her for 15 or 16 years old. Her short blond hair and beautiful hazel eyes offer an unusual contrast to her c...
I first worked in a northern Quebec mining town after finishing high school. The town where I worked could be compared to the wild west of another century. The mining business was booming and single men from around the world came to work the mines. Several of the hotels provided an easy access to meet ladies of the evening for pleasure. In fact, it was just...
I always get what I want. I wanted riding lessons. I now have two horses. I wanted to go to Harvard. I am a part-time Pre-Law student at only eighteen. Call me persistent. Call me spoiled. I just always get what I want. Now I know that you’re thinking. That this is awfully elaborate way to get attention. But that isn’t exactly what I want. What I really wa...
When I saw him for the first time my breath had caught in my throat and my heart had palpitated. Sitting amongst the other professors he looked like a cat among pigeons. His 6'2 frame emanated raw sexual power and as he seemed to be teasing a blushing older female professor his sea green eyes crinkled merrily and deep grooves in his lean cheeks had dimples p...
By Jacob Bard Having just emptied the dryer, Emma was busy sorting clothes and putting them away when she heard the doorbell. Going to the front door she saw it was her son Rick's friend, William. He must be looking for Rick, she thought to herself. Rick and William were back home from college for the summer. The two had been steadfast friends for most of t...