Adam, just Adam, was the name he had used to book the trip. By all accounts "Adam" was an ordinary 25 year-old man, working as a consultant in a multinational IT company, occasionally going to the gym, driving a car from a few years ago, married to a fairly beautiful, though somewhat average wife, no children. Every winter, after the rushed workweeks of the...
Naked, Rosa stood in the marble and stainless steel kitchen brewing tea. Beyond the panoramic window, across the divide, that long ago may or may not have been a river servicing the town, but now separated her property from the modern six storey car park opposite, she saw the slightest of movements in the shadows. Still facing the window, for effect, she st...
This is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone or any place living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental. * Sherri woke thinking of him, and knowing this was the last day she would have to leave him. She smiled, knowing her dream, which a month ago she hadn't known was a dream, was about to come true. They exercised, like always....
Eyes drawn to the all-male presence entering the door, Kinsey watched him stride up to the bar in a bleached white shirt and well-worn levis. His dirty blonde hair was blown back from riding in the brisk night air, cheeks flushed with windburn. She wasn't the only one taking him in. A couple dozen hungry eyes were eating up his 6 foot plus frame, defined bic...
"That? It's ketchup. Come on, honey. What else could it be?" he said as he looked at the stain she pointed out. "On the side of your collar? Do you eat through your ear now?" "Honey, you're being ridiculous. I don't know what you're thinking, but that is not...lipstick." He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "You know that you and your...sorry, our s...
"Ring, ring..." "Hello?" "Hi," he said in a deep, rich voice that made him sound as if he was a radio announcer. "Who's this? "I want to touch you," he said. "Pardon?" She looked at the caller ID, unknown caller. "You woke me up." "I want to touch you," he said again. "I want to feel you and fondle you through your clothes. "You want to touch me? You...
[Author's Note: Well part 1 of this little tale doesn't seem to be doing to hot in the ratings department, but that's okay, let's carry on with part two, shall we? I'd definitely love to hear what you all think of the story, and suggestions are always welcome.] Chapter 6: The Ruins of My Life That night was not an easy one. Much of the food in Tristan's f...
I felt depressed. That was not that unusual, for I was often depressed, some would say I was always depressed. But this was different; it was not one of the usual topics that was depressing me. It wasn't my lank, mousy hair, my droopy 38 D tits, sturdy thighs, biggish bum or podgy tum. It was not being divorced and alone nor was it the fact that I couldn't f...
Could You Forgive A Cheater-- I couldn't How do you forgive someone for cheating? From every perspective it is looked at, cheating is cheating and no married person, regardless of how they try to justify it, has the right to cheat on their spouse. Marriage is I love you enough to spend the rest of my life with you and give myself only onto you. It still h...
"Why?" Mikael could not stop himself from demanding. Last time he had known. She thought he was the weakest link, wanted to try and manipulate him into helping her escape. But he was certain after his little lesson with knife play and edging, she would never again call him to her bed. And that was fine by him, he allowed that little voice to lie. The thing...