This is a little work of fantasy about a waitress at a local restaurant that I see all the time. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to all the readers who helped edit this for me! THERE SHE WAS Every Thursday afternoon, just like clock-work she was there; not that I was anticipating it or anything. Walking through the double glass doors of Panera, in between the adver...
This is a rework of the original. I removed most of the swinging stuff and made it a true romance. I also tried to clean it up a little more. I hope you enjoy. * I was walking through the terminal at the Madison Wisconsin Regional airport when I heard the loud scream of a little girl about 4. I turned and saw this little tyke crying. I walked over and kne...
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
Author's note: I have chosen to leave this as one long story rather than submit it in parts that I sometimes find distracting. My hope is that some might turn the "pages" only as far as they find satisfying while others might prefer to follow it to the end. It's how I like to read them here. * My wife, Judy, and I have been engaging lately in exposing her...
Disclaimer: All characters are over 18. Chapter 1: "Pro Right, 513 Fullback Flare, Pro Right, 513 Fullback Flare. On one, on one. Ready... break!" I said into everybody's eyes, the team clapping in unison as we broke our huddle and hustled to our positions. I fitted my mouthguard into my mouth, biting into it and getting set directly behind the center. I b...
This is my entry for the Halloween writing contest so please remember to vote when you're finished reading. I hope you enjoy my story! ------------------------------------------------------------- "Can you speak up, Ted, I can't hear you! You know what, hang on a second..." Detective Nathan Yost lowered his cellphone, pressing it to his chest to muffle th...
September 24th 1998 Scott sat in his dorm room, enjoying the rare localized silence of the dorms. It was Friday night, the night of the big football game. It was only during this time that Scott could seem to get any silence, but he knew it wouldn't last. Win or lose, after the game he knew he was in for a night of loud parties both in the dorms and in the...
Chapter 11 -- Another Star Lights Up Roy sat in one of the more comfortable chairs on the patio with a circle of friends around. Elise returned to her chair with a glass of water for Roy, and a Southern Comfort Manhattan for herself. He looked longingly at the alcoholic drink as she sipped and talked to Pam. Dave said, "So, what is your physical therapy al...
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...
I stood staring at the casket being lowered into the ground. I could hear the quiet roar of traffic and muted conversation in the background as the friends and family left my wife's graveside services. My children Alexander age 21 and Chelsea age 20 stood on each side of me. We were wrapped in each other's arms and in our sorrow. I felt them shaking as they...