I woke up in the morning dreading the next day. Not only did I not have my homework done, I just knew I would run into Jonathan. He called me all night and all night I ignored his calls. There wasn't anything he could say that would make what he did any better. I looked at the door when it opened. "Good morning," whispered my mother, still wearing her robe...
It had started a while before, a general conversation on MSN while I was watching television turning into something else. We were work colleagues, and would walk to the café together at lunch time. She told me she was having a bath, sipping some red wine while surfing the web, and thoughts raced through my mind of her naked, running her soapy hands over her...
This is a follow up on my previous story, Dust in the Wind. Knowing that (long) story may put things into context. 'Dust in the Wind' – the title of the first story – was obviously borrowed from a song by the rock band 'Kansas'; For the current story, I had the emotional song 'Why' from the Scottish singer 'Annie Lennox' on my mind. This story is not based...
Vika stands quivering before me, the goosebumps covering her body sticking out against her supple skin. I look her up and down, noting the smooth pale skin usually covered by her swimsuit. She is naked, and more than a little anxious. Her excuse that she not wants, but needs my opinion on just what the hell is going on with her body has taken her to this poi...
I am a thirty-eight year old woman, and I have never had sex. Yes. That's right. I am still a virgin. All through my childhood my sainted mother drilled into me the knowledge that all men were pigs. They would use a girl for their own pleasure and then dump her. Men were put on earth to ruin the lives of women. Hadn't men ruined her life? Left her pregnant,...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** December 23 had started out as the joyous occasion that it should be, WJM assistant Mary Richards had finished completely decorating her desk for the coming Christmas holiday. Santa's sleigh and reindeer were prominent on her desk and she even had a tiny nativity scene tucked away in her top drawer. Every...
Chapter 22 Laughter surrounded Candice as she sat next to her cousin Mandy and her other cousin Maxwell, Mandy's twin brother. She glanced at her mom and dad. They were in deep conversation with Mandy and Max's parents. The holiday decorations twinkled in the background, and yet Candice really didn't feel very enthusiastic about the Christmas season. She ha...
Kim and Casey left lunch early just like they always did. The office where I worked was three blocks closer to the restaurant where we had lunch every Wednesday, so I was always the one who ended up with the bill and the tip. At least this time they had left enough money for their share. I was busy calculating the tip when I saw the man and woman approachi...
The invitation read, It's Pixie Tyler's Thanksgiving Open House! 1:00-6:00 Thanksgiving Day Get out of the kitchen and come over for food, fun, and football!" It wasn't a big crowd, but it was a good crowd. Pixie straightened her Santa hat and counted two couples talking in the hot tub and two more watching the game. She joined the women by the hors d'o...
To be clear, this is a love story with some erotic elements (vice an erotic story with a touch of romance), a story about two broken people rediscovering their humanity and, even more important, their faith in themselves. Without that faith, love can never succeed. As always, my profound thanks to the Megs and the Wills, the men and women who have given so...