IMPORTANT: The narrator of the chapter is the character whose name is in parentheses in the chapter title. ***** Chapter 1 – How it Began (Paul) Lisa, my wife, is getting dressed for a date night. We have been very happily married 12 years. We are both 34 years old, with me being a couple of months older. Luck was on my side when I chose to attend the sam...
The rest of the train ride to Charleston was great. We enjoyed the company of Jake and Maria as we ate, got off at stops, talked in the club car, etc. Naturally the best of the ride was the time we spent together alone. Julie proved to be an imaginative as well as totally open lover. We fucked in as many places as we could on that train. We went back in...
I had not seen her since my divorce 4 years earlier, but she was still my step daughter, although now 23, and educated, and still very beautiful. Her mother's mother had passed away and I was enlisted to help my ex-wife dispose of the contents of the home. Having come up from Florida, I had spent the day with the ex, doing an inventory of the contents and wh...
It was an odd question to ask someone considered to be your best friend, or maybe I was reading it wrong since it was a text message.... The message, waking me from my sleep read, "I know this might sound weird, but can I use your wife to go to a wedding with me next Saturday?" Where do I even begin to respond? This text coming from my best friend Dan, wh...
Welcome to 'A Boiled Frog'. If you haven't read Parts 1-2 I suggest you read those first as the characters and situations won't make much sense otherwise. Please vote, I especially like feedback and comments, both good and bad, as this is my first storytelling experience and any help I get is appreciated. Special thanks go to Anjali and Sterenn for editing...
Whoever came up with the phrase "life goes on" certainly has a point. No matter what you're dealing with, life does go on. The trouble, however, is that life doesn't necessarily go on very well, or in a way you want it to—nor does life tell you what you should do next. My two choices were apparent from the moment I spotted Eileen's minivan parked next to Ma...
Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. Le Coeur du Jardin (The Garden's Heart) My marriage to Gwen needed a boost; our fourth anniversary was coming up soon and something had changed over the past...
"Fantasy fest is fun," Chloe said. "What?" asked Maggie. "It's in Key West, Florida. Thousands of people show up and parade through the streets and party all night. It's illegal to be nude in public, but even a string of beads counts as clothes. Lots of strange people. Homosexuals, bi-sexuals, straights. Old, young, etc. Come on, you need a break." Maggi...
Deafening silence filled the night as the fresh blanket of powdery snow covered the mountainside. I stood on the uneven planks of my small porch leaning against the knotted timber holding up its tin roof. The clouds, which had floated the large flakes of snow all day began to break apart and drift silently across the star, filled sky. Occasionally the brilli...
Brian my husband had just got off the phone. I felt apprehensive, for the understandable reason that the person he had been talking to was Mr Norton. My husband was due to set off on Sunday morning, off on his trip and had been making arrangements. "Why did you call Mr Norton? I asked him meekly. "Oh, well, to thank him for fixing the kitchen sink for one...