SPOILER ALERT!! This story is a continuation of my 5 part series 'Friday the 13th', and the follow up 'Saturday the 14th (Emmy)'. To gain maximum understanding and enjoyment of this story I would advise you to read those publications first. The Tale will be continued with a short series entitled 'The following week' which you can keep an eye out for. Tha...
I woke the next day and found Jody gone. She left a note, on the counter, by the coffee pot and I picked it up reading, as I poured my first cup. "Scott, baby you were awesome last night! I'm not sure how to thank you but I'll figure out a way! I'll see you after work. Your Irish Rose!" I chuckled softly and walked into the living room. I spent a leisurely...
Dedicated to Jon – May It All Come Back Someday; And to The Others That Didn't Make It * There was no funeral. There was no body. Most people had forgotten him. I hadn't. Years had past since the plane he was flying had disappeared. I was young and pregnant at the time – only twenty-seven years old. I can still recall every detail of that week. Jonathan...
It was a late April day; the grey clouds looked to burst at any time. My mood was bordering on matching the weather. My wife and I had plans to go to dinner with our friends, Mike and Sarah. The four of us were celebrating anniversaries. Leann and I had been married for eight years and Mike and Sarah for five. We started the evening with dinner at a nice re...
He carefully put down his knife and fork, dabbing his mouth with the napkin, then setting it beside the finished plate. He looked at her evenly. "So," he said, "tell me about your first experience with another woman." * * * * She had come to London full of expectation. A new job- well, same company, but a different role- and best of all, lots of travellin...
Breanna bit her lip and absently stared at her reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at here was far from what she was used to seeing. Normally she would laze around the house comfortably in sweat pants and tank tops, hair thrown back carelessly from her face, and fuzzy slippers. Tonight, however was a different story completely. She'd managed to p...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,...
Chapter 1 This is my first erotic story. The only other erotica I have ever written was a very steamy letter I wrote to my wife after three months of being deployed in Desert Storm. I give my heartfelt thanks to my editor, LadyCibelle, for her comments and encouragement. Enjoy. "Hello Mrs. Rawly. Come on back and let's see what we can do for you today." Sa...
Step One: The Introduction She rose to her feet erratically and extended her hand it too was shaking. "Michael?" She asked her voice nearly cracking. He smiled and it lit up the coffee house and he took her hand and gave it a few gentle pumps before letting go. "Carol?" He asked as he directed with a gesture that they should sit. "You can relax I am here...
I had not known her name, at least not as she stood before me, working her way through her own internal dialogue with a stranger poised before her. I wondered as I spoke what she must be thinking behind her bright eyes. "James Wilson," I offered my hand, " I'm in charge of the museum here." She did not take it at first, there were still lists of questions...