HOUSEBOAT WEEKEND - Day Three The digital clock on the wall informed me it was 7:10am. Walter’s arms were still holding me tight against him. We’d both slept through the night without either of us moving. I kissed Walter lightly on the cheek, not wanting to wake him. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, not waking for another hour. I could hear someone...
It's an ill wind that blows no good. Charlie, a mate of mine, came off his bike and broke his leg in two places. He was going to be in plaster for eight weeks. What was worse he'd already paid a non-refundable deposit on a trip to the Gold Coast for a week in sunny Queensland, with nothing to do but have fun. Being a good sport, and having a holiday due, I...
Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #7, is called "Chloe." It has been posted here previousl...
The cute blonde ran her miles every day, and every day, Garth watched her from his window. Maddy was her name. Today, she was wearing a tight tank top and tight shorts with running shoes. He'd watched her for some time now. She was the youngest in her family. Now eighteen years old, he would be ready to make his move just as he had six years earlier with her...
Nightfall, at last I can move more freely. I step out of my apartment. The plain brownstone building in Vanier, Ontario, has been my home for the past two years. The landlord is an old man who doesn't ask too many questions as long as he gets his rent money in time. A tenant who sleeps during the day and comes out only at night? Not something he's given much...
9:00 am. The morning sunrise was beautiful – pink sky, no clouds. Obviously another hot sunny summer day. The water at the beach looked a bit choppy so it must be windy. That worried Penny. Her husband and two kids were going on an all-day trip to see the "treasure wrecks" on that small glass-bottom tour boat. She couldn't go because when they bought the tic...
Jim Bellows felt like complete shit. The Customs and Immigration people had taken one look at him and just waved him through. Later they would get into trouble for not calling the health department. "Where the hell is she? She knows what time my plane was to arrive and she isn't even answering her cell phone!" Jim thought to himself. He didn't want to do i...
The road was long, open and hot. One other car could just about be seen on the horizon, but it was still several miles away. Besides that single vehicle, all that could be seen were a few dry trees and a large billboard further down the road. The hot weather led to Sandy wearing a pair of denim mini shorts and a low cut tank top that showed off her belly but...
****** This is the story of the first time that my good buddy got to fuck my wife under the idea of winning her in a card game For those of you that don't like the lifestyle of wife sharing, don't waste your time and mine reading the following events. ****** It all started with a game of cards between a friend of mine and I. We where at his house drinkin...
The situation, as Frank Doyle saw it, was not good. In fact it was very, very bad. When his friend, John O'Connor, had asked and then almost pleaded for help, Doyle knew that he shouldn't have got involved. He certainly shouldn't have got his wife, Tricia involved. But John was in trouble - big trouble. Maggie, his wife, and the Doyles' friend, had gone miss...