Don closed his motel room behind him, threw his car keys onto the bed and slumped onto the room's saggy couch. He was exhausted. It was the end of another frustrating day. He walked into the bathroom and ran water into a glass. He drank it down in two gulps and looked at himself in the mirror. He shook his head and poured another glass which he took into the...
He glanced toward the hallway that led to his empty bedroom and sighed. His wife had left again for some "company meeting". He was genuinely surprised she even bothered to lie. There had been hints here and there for the last couple of years. Hints he stubbornly refused to believe or acknowledge. But then 6 months ago he had got off work early one morning an...
This is my first attempt in writing in this genre. I realize it needs some "polish". Critiques and criticism is welcome! ***** It was the night before my friend Brandon was to marry his pregnant girl-friend, Michelle. He had come over to my house because he had nothing to do. Michelle was staying the night at her parents' house to get things ready for th...
This is a continuation of the Big Bear Weekend story. Parts of this story are true and parts are not. I'm not going to say which are fact. It was late morning by the time the effects of the wine and the grass had diminished enough to allow me to reach consciousness. Laying draped part way across me, Jean was still asleep. Her face was nuzzled into the crook...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. Most people in our small Scandinavian town knows me by my nickname, "The Moose" from my rally racing days when I missed a bend and hit a moose. Even my profession as advertising salesman at the local newspaper is well known. Some people even know my real name, Fredrick Ohlson, and that my lovely wife is Emma, n...
Sir Richard Loxton kicked his steed into a gallop. He could see the ancient city of Asran in the middle distance and was ardent to be home. Home where his loyal people would welcome him with enthusiasm; home where he could at last settle; home where his beautiful wife Adina would be waiting for him after his long absence. Sir Richard saw the standard bearer...
"Brothers, I swear this before The Most High, you come for this woman because she's Indian, know that she is my wife, if you want to touch her, you'll have to go through me," Mamadou Kidega said angrily, holding the machete firmly in his right hand as he stepped in front of his pregnant wife Priyanka Chuttani-Kidega, protectively shielding her from Idi Amin'...
My wife Ann and I had been friends with Tom and Lynn for about ten years now. I had known Tom from a previous job back several years ago and the two of us had been close friends ever since. Ann just loves Tom's wife Lynn, and the two of them stay in touch on a routine basis. Ann and Lynn are in their mid-fifties and they do a number of things together outsid...
This is a story is a fantasy grounded in some truth. It is different than my usual stories, but like all of my stories, it was inspired by some recent events. I hope you enjoy. ***************************************************************** I hadn't kissed another woman in almost 30 years. It was weird at first but became electric. It was a long time com...
"Babe, can you get lunch from office today? I'm running late" said my wife as I was barely waking up. I looked at her from half opened eyes and she looked amazing. "Yeah sure, but whats the hurry? You're leaving so soon it's only 7 am" I asked. "Wake up sleepy pants! Today is the my annual day!" she said. It was her annual day. Her company's annual day actu...