Tom walked into the bar just off Market Street in Philadelphia. The rhythm and blues music was blasting and the patrons were moving seductively to the beat. Tom and his lovely blond wife Tammy moved to the city 5 months ago from a small southern town and he had never been in a bar like this before. Tammy went back home to visit her mother and Tom decided to...
Chapter 13: On The Beach and Beyond Staying alert to circumstances around you when one could so easily focus exclusively on a companion like Christine is more challenging than one might imagine. Danger, nevertheless, is frequently close at hand, closer than is comfortable. We had an experience like this in Southern California shortly after we arrived that...
It was a beautiful Saturday morning as I stepped outside the door of our home. As I'd been doing now for the past two years, I was off to visit my best friend Susan who lived just a short three blocks away. We usually traded off weeks, me going there, her coming here. It was my turn to walk over and spend the morning with her, sipping coffee and enjoying our...
Chapter Four: Making the Move I threw my head back, grunting in frustration. I was over all this tedious, mind-numbing packing. Since returning from our honeymoon to Hawaii, I had been packing up our apartment in preparation for our move into our first house. Dennis had been working late every day at the hospital, exempting him from the dull task. It also...
These are the final two chapters of Amnesia. Based on reader response on another site, I am adding an epilogue. I am greatly indebted to Erik Thread for his patience and consistent support while we worked the daylights out of this story. I hope you agree he made it a better read. Any errors are mine. * The F.B.I. arrests of Elliot Stainsby, Conrad Blyer, a...
Hello! This story is about a hard, passionate husband -- a trope that has inspired me many lonely nights. There's something about the idea of control and authority that husbands have (had) over their wives that makes me a bit weak in the knees. Be aware: This one is a little longer in the preamble and might get expanded with additional chapters in the future...
A fictional fantasy first conceived when my female general practitioner did cup my balls for a second to check them during a routine exam. ***** I was waiting nervously in my hospital johnny for the doctor to arrive. The room was a little chilly (aren't they always!) and I had been waiting for a while. I had a late afternoon appointment to begin with so i...
Chapter 5 The Interlude "Hello, Rick," the tall Englishman greeted me. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" "It has, Harold. Twelve years almost. You were with Interpol, on loan from your city police. Birmingham, wasn't it?" "That's right. I'd just started there and you were working with us on the human smuggling file. I wish I could say we put a stop to...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
It is quiet around Pismo Beach this week. My steady lady, Catherine, left for Southern California to visit her daughter, so I have free time on my hands. I haven't seen my friend Lynette for several weeks. She keeps busy over at the adult sex shop in Grover Beach. She's been working there for about six months now and was just promoted to Assistant Manager. I...