Fishing With My Daughter: She Worries Five months ago, I wrote a story called Fishing With My Daughter. It was meant to be a happy little piece about a father and daughter fishing on their home stream and discussing one of life's big questions. I guess I enjoyed it a bit too much because I wrote a second and now a third. I like the idea of an intact and lov...
Em, Alaska, Susan We woke to the noise of trucks starting and pulling out of the truck stop. We walked inside to use the restrooms. Molly saw they had showers so ran back to the camper to get a towel and shampoo. I got some coffee and a danish for breakfast and wondered back to the camper. When I got there, a driver was admiring the camper and we started t...
O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare. Time for Tea!" The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery. "Do they serve coffee?" Hatter looked...
I had been dating this great girl for several months. She was a veterinarian in Chicago and a huge sports fan. We fell asleep each night watching SportsCenter on ESPN and she had season tickets to the Cubs. Oh, and she was well above average in the looks department. Life was pretty damn good. Amy loved the outdoors. She was a big jock; rock climbing, bike r...
Settling Down Molly and I stopped in NY to visit Susan. She was really busy with her development company. When we visited her at her office, she and Molly took off to her spa to have a girls day out. I learned later that there was no sexual chemistry between them, but they had a good time getting massages, nails, hair, talking about me and having what ever...
Author's note: I suppose this story could have been posted to more than one category, but in the end, it was two loving wives who caused the problem. The tale progresses slowly, so if you are in a hurry for the sex scenes, please be patient. As always, constructive comments, criticisms, and suggestions are welcome. -mindventure Late on a Monday afternoon...
There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our l...
She awoke to a confusion of thoughts. That she been so overwrought seemed to her now ridiculous. She told herself that it would be best not to see him. Not until she was more in control of herself and had restored the shaken idea of her sexuality. She needed time to review, time to think, approve the decisions her actions had imposed on her. She pulled her...
Fish for a Story Idea, a Word or Literary Inspiration I observed a friend writing. She was sitting with a small stack of papers in her lap and a pencil in her hand. She would look outward, not really looking at anything specifically but instead she was fishing for words to use that would fit into her write. She scribbled on the paper and then looked upward...
It was one of those rare fall days when everything seems perfect. The air was pleasant, the stream was cold, and my daughter was taking a weekend home from college to go fishing with her old man. She had always been able to live in both worlds - at times the ultimate tom boy with her fishing rod and hip waders and at other times a lovely, graceful young woma...