George opened the door to his home, a quaint house set back behind a lawn among the bigger multi-dwelling houses around. The console table with the silver plate for the keys and photo of the couple in an intimate embrace was as untouched as the rest of the house. A gentle breeze came from the open kitchen window. The kitchen was empty. At the center was a bi...
When a young man is barely 19 years old, hormones rage. It's just the way of life. Ricky was that way, having discovered the joys of sex just a few days earlier. He decided he really did like that. That one time had been in his old Chevy Camaro and it was not all that easy to do. The beach party earlier had been a kick, Ricky spent most of the evening dan...
On Christmas Day I was only really interested in Steve's phone call. Luckily it came early, and I looked at my mobile through bleary eyes just after six. "Wake up, sleepy head." His soft, west country burr cut through my foggy brain and I smiled. "I was asleep." "We've been up for hours here." He said. He probably had- he was one of five children, two we...
It was hellishly hot, the wind made a halfhearted effort to blow the dust from around Sally's feet but the effort was too much and the dust scarcely lifted. Five kilometers down the road Sally had abandoned her car, water pump failure, shit, on this Godforsaken stretch of road of all places. No-one ever drove alone here, the only reason she had come this w...
Having not completely recuperated from recently having one of the best 'no sex' dreams of my life, I was busy working on the massive web site upgrade I had been contracted to do. Things in that respect were going well - it was my personal life that was in major turmoil, all because of that dream. Sam called me to his office and asked if I would go to the ai...
"I'LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR" Larry and Monica Tilton, who live three doors down on the East side of Pleasant Street, have been married for about eight years and have a couple of wonderful kids. Larry Tilton has been a faithful husband. He's never cheated on his wife, but he has done his share of teasing at the parties they attend. And I'm sure he's ha...
It had been a total of 3 months since Drew had died. Already I felt free and normal like a woman should. There were moments I felt bad for not mourning over his death like a partner should. But then again I wasn't his partner, more like his punching bag. I rolled over tucking my fluff cover under my head for more support. Facing the powder blue wall in my ne...
The athletic department party was a tradition at the State University since 1950. As usual, it was held in the large dining commons near the dormitories at the edge of campus and all team members were supposed to attend. Even players from minor sports like archery, fencing, field hockey and water polo were expected to make an appearance. At the college, trad...
The next morning early Roger left his "home" and headed for the meadow for more deer. This time he killed two, field dressed them and drug them back to his camp for processing. One he hung over his fire to roast whole as he had done before. The other one he cut thin strips from and hung over another fire made mostly of hickory to smoke and preserve into jerk...
Her legs ached from kneeling on so long on the hard wood floor of his dimly lit den. He had been speaking for a long time but she could no longer absorb the words. He was sending her away. "Child, I am sending you to a friend of mine. He is a very good man. He has agreed to help me with something. You will treat him with all the respect and obedience you g...