"Good times." He couldn't help repeating it in his mind, over and over and over. Like an infectious 80's song by Air Supply. "Good times." Stefan usually loved his evening shower. It was when he could tune out the rest of the world and think. Some of his best ideas came to him in the shower; but not this time. This time he just stood there with the hot water...
Chapter 2 -- Showing Off Denise Watkins, the 38 year old Director of Business Development for a regional property management firm, leaned back in her office chair, gently tapping her pencil against the desk as she stared at the comings and goings in the parking lot below her second story window. For the past hour, she'd sat there, daydreaming, rehashing the...
Please enjoy! Feel free to send me any comments or questions. This is just the first chapter in a potentially longer piece. * * * * * The Surplus Women or Foreplay During Wartime April 5th, 1945 Kristiane Becker walked away from the noisy marketplace, with her canvas bag filled to the brim with groceries. It was a beautiful spring morning, and the sun sh...
One fine morning Juan rings the bell to wake me for breakfast. He begins eating and says, "Damn Rosie, you sure had a good idea to move us here. We should move out to the mountains, grow rhubarb and live off the fat of the land." I say, "There you go dreaming again. I don't have a green thumb. And we're too citified to garden. We'd end up panhandling." He...
Sitting inside the Harvard University library, Evan wondered for the thousandth time why the good Lord made him. Seriously. As a devout Christian, he never questioned the Will of Heaven. However, lately he'd become convinced that God sometimes made mistakes. And one of those mistakes was obviously Evan Blackstone. How else could he explain how he'd never onc...
As a man who was born in and raised in a multiethnic community here on the east coast, I have always been around and appreciated women of color. Whether this meant the Black women in our apartment building, the Puerto Rican women who shared desks with me in elementary school, the Persian women at the boarding school down the road from my high school, the sou...
(Best read chapter 1 first.) Ken's story My name is Ken. I'm a corporate lawyer with a respectable firm and even though I haven't been doing this very long, I already earn good money. I met my lovely wife, Laura, at a party given by her parents after she graduated from her nursing training. She is a stunner. A beautiful curvaceous blond who could have st...
Next in the ACLS series and follow up to 'The Meeting'. No real sexual content in this part sorry, but it is necessary for the story overall. Impressions Chapter 1 "I don't even know what that entails Mike.' I state rather aggressively into the enclosed space of my full sized sedan attempting to explain the frustrating circumstances of my current situatio...
Chapter 1 Jim and I met and fell in love in San Francisco. I'd always thought The City, as it's called locally, was the most romantic in American and romance swept me off my feet and into Jim's bed, my first time with a man. Yes, I know, I really was pretty inexperienced, I had friends who were giving all the 'jobs', you know, hand- and blow-, when they we...
I had retired to a country acreage following a career of nearly forty years in the financial industry. Even though my career had brought me enough wealth to live comfortably for several lifetimes, it also came with a price. There was the failed marriage and the strained relationship with my children, as the absent father, while I pursued my career goals. I t...