This is a non-gender-based story so that that the person reading it can be either the D or the s. * * * * * * I open the door and there you are, dressed the way I like, in almost noting, but enough that you could take the bus over and be stared at. A good preparation for our little session. You are standing with your hands behind your back and head down. I...
It was the place, hell the only place in town where you could get a decent bite to eat, a good stiff drink, or find a bit of music to dance to. Not a fancy place, but the wood plank floors were scrubbed clean every night and, believe it or not, each morning when it opened the kitchen sparkled. During the course of the day though, the incessant wind would bri...
It was a typical Saturday night ... meaning I was drunk. But I'm not to blame. No. The fault lies in my morals and in the availability of a bottle and a half of scotch. See, if the scotch hadn't been there, I would be sober as a cat right now ... but then someone else would have drunk it. It was some very good scotch after all. And knowing that, I felt...
"Tell me." Ian Fraser pulled her body closer to his own, the warmth giving him strength as he sighed, taking a deep breath. The story was a long one but he could not deny her and so he began. ***** Many years ago when times were rough and common folk had to travel from place to place always searching for food to eat and a warm place to sleep, a young marr...
Chapter One - It Begins The black veil of the night sky lay think over the town, where the only thing that broke up its darkness was the millions and millions of bright stars hanging from its inky depth. I lay here in my quite thinking spot, which is on a cliff on the edge of town that overlooks this town, It's also on the edge of a forest that during the...
1. In the endless miles of desert surrounding Paradise Valley, Nevada, there is silence now. The rustling of the sagebrush, the distant howling of the coyotes on the long, lonely evenings, the tan and green colors and the distant peaks. I had been here a week now, at my grandmother's old house, just me and Mom. We are working on tidying the place up. Perhap...
Chapter 1 Mike looked around his brand new luxury condo and cringed at the disorganized mess left by the movers. It was a strange feeling being alone in a new place after 25 years of marriage, but it was definitely a step up from the dingy apartment he had been living in since he moved here six months ago. Mike Williams was a moderately successful busines...
Chapter 23 ==== Day of Knots in My Stomach As I sit in the guest room arranging the paper work to discuss later with Nigel, my stomach was in a knot thinking of how the lunch with Gracie later on could turn out less than pleasant. I only hope that the meeting with Nigel goes smoothly. "Mr. Nigel, Sir." "Hello, Nigel. Come and have a seat." "Thank you, Mr...
I didn't know how best to describe my desires as I grew older, at least I never truly acknowledged them from fear of judgment until I met Him. January. Two weeks ago. I was rushing to class when I first saw Him. He was chatting with a good friend of mine, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. He was undeniably gorgeous with bright green eyes and black h...
My thanks to Bron Zeage for editing this Merci Monsieur Fran * She wrote Finis to her marriage. A story of cheating, regrets, pain, divorce, and forgiveness. What I did, I did of my own free will, most of the time with pre-planning. I cannot blame my drinking, I was never drunk enough not to know what I was doing. I was sober at the planning stage, so...