The Phone Call... The email from his wife, Sarah, was simply entitled "Tonight" and told John little more than that she'd booked a sitter and they would be going out to dinner. Intrigued by her impulsiveness (this was not a common trait,) John shot back an excited response and eagerly awaited a reply. Despite the heavy afternoon, which lay in store for him...
EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS AT LEAST EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD OR OLDER. ***** The kids are away at College and Mom is left with an empty nest. Dad invites Mom to accompany him on business trips and the fun begins and the sex continues. *** The day after Labor Day, Logan and Becky left for their separate colleges which were roughly a two-hour drive from their hom...
This story takes place in the early eighties. It is a work of fiction but as in previous stories it is based on some real events and some characters I have known. It is a story about truth and consequences, love and infidelity. There is very little sex in this story. * Slowly I became aware of my surroundings again as my thoughts began to emerge from the f...
Pulling into her driveway Josie McKellen could smell the steaks on the grill. She actually found herself making it home faster than she predicted. With her studhorse Roman Crandell coaching his boys after school today it gave her time to herself. On a regular routine she and Roman met after school three times a week down in his office. While yes she missed t...
Abraham sighed contently and sat down in a wicker chair, bringing a cup of coffee up to his lips. From his spot on his home's balcony, he had an excellent vantage point to survey the beautiful realm of Arum Sedis. In the distance, impressive towers and manors made of marble and granite composed the heart of the city. The great, domed structure at the center...
Author's note: In my last story (which I was surprised to learn was posted over six months ago!), I observed a man as he appears today and attempted to write a fictional back story to explain why he is the way he is. In this story, I will attempt to do the opposite. I have observed a woman the way she was many years ago, and will now attempt to create a fict...
Author's note: welcome back! To those who left constructive criticism or encouraging words: thank you! It truly does mean a lot and I appreciate it very much. This is the next installment of this series. Unlike the way that I usually write, I'm banging away at this story because I'm fascinated at what will happen. I always found it hard to believe when Step...
Here we go again! Perhaps some will see me as a glutton for punishment, but I really do want to contribute to the entertainment of the readers of this site, in much the same way as many of my favorite authors have entertained me. I hope this humble offering will address the desire of some kind readers who wished to see some type of closure with the character...
Stephen adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from downstairs. "Are you ready?!" Marisa barked from the kitchen below. Stephen quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear t...
This is a long, slowly-developing story about psychosexual disorders and their impact on interplaying characters. It's in four parts, so doesn't have to be consumed in one read. If you're looking for a comedy, this isn't it. Votes and constructive feedback are appreciated. Part 1 The phone interrupted me as I was in the kitchen preparing pasta. "Val!...Oh...