I sat in the back row of the church throughout the whole funeral service, having slipped in unseen as it was starting. I certainly had no desire to meet with the grieving family during visitation and tell them their deceased love one was a good man, especially since he wasn't. In fact, he was a motherfucking son of a bitch whore-bait bastard, and I, for one...
Tony had been on the phone for a good half hour talking to a man named Rick, one of his ex-clients. To be more precise Rick was one of Tony's failures, the pair having met in Tony's professional capacity of being a marriage counsellor. "I'm sorry it didn't work out for you and your wife," said Tony sympathetically. "Look, speaking off the record, man to man...
This is a story about a guy who loves his wife and works hard for saving his marriage. Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. This story began on a Wednesday evening at the International Airport in Newark, New Jersey, where I, Gregory Holmsten, "Greg" for my friends, was standing in the check in line for my flight with SAS home to Scandinavia. Th...
This is a long story, written as one piece, so I'm choosing to post it in one submission. This entire story is about sex, love, and a little mystery. There is actually only one full sex scene, it's pretty hot, but that means, of course, that the remainder of the story is not filled with sex scenes, although there are some descriptions and dialog about the su...
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Tasha took a blouse out of her closet, eying it closely as she weighed her options. She knew she wanted to look her best, even if it was just for a friend. She hadn't seen Rick in nearly eight years and it would be insulting to not go beyond her typical outfit of t-shirts and jeans. She held it in front of the mirror; hazel-green eyes and dark brown hair fra...
It seemed that every day he could not wait to see her. She had made such a difference in his life and he did not think that she even knew it. She came to work at the clubhouse about a month and a half ago and since then his life had changed. She was very pretty. Even though she was from Columbia, she was blond. Her breasts were not all that large but big eno...
* * * * * "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing." Macbeth, act v, scene v. * * * * * This is a platform that I want to use for a 100,000 word novel. Let me know if it is worth the time and effort. * * *...
The Prelude ~~~~~~~~~~ Yvette Harriman Yvette Harriman stood nude in front of the full length mirror in her walk-in closet and looked at her body. She didn't need to pull in her stomach; three times a week at the gym and 2 miles of running a day (spring, summer and fall) plus a simple diet kept her body proudly firm. She was self conscious about her hips;...
For those of you that have read my past stories, you'll find this a little different. First, it's written in the first person. You'll see why. Second, it's somewhat tongue-in-cheek. I dedicate it to Mr. Anonymous; you know who you are. So here's to you, Mr. Anonymous. And to your wife, eh? * * * Several months ago, I had gone online to see if any new comme...