I must have fallen asleep for a while once my crying had subsided. I came to and the bedside clock said it was a quarter to one. I just kicked off my shoes and slid under the duvet. I woke up next at quarter past seven as a crumpled heap. I sat up in bed and found I had a pounding headache. I went down to the kitchen, purposely ignoring the love note and r...
It was a normal Saturday in June. I had just returned from the joys of supermarket shopping and was laden down with bags and trying to open my front door when my cell phone rang out. Cursing I managed to free the sticking door lock and simultaneously opened the door put down the shopping and answered my phone. "Hi!" I answered. "Hey, how are you?" said Tom...
This is the start of a multi-part run of chapters focusing on Drew and me as we get up close to my mum getting completely enamored with Drew's cousin, Brandon. Read and enjoy as my mum acts like a total slut for this young stud... and his friends. ***** (1 week later-Sunday) "Oh yeah. Yes, yes... Uh, uh uh. Fuck, fuck, that feels so good. You're hitting t...
*** Lynne was getting along great with his mother. She loved teasing him about how his mother loved her. He was getting jealous. She and Linda spent long times talking on the phone when she called for Leif. Linda would give her gardening tips. She'd send his mom pictures to show how her garden was doing. His mom was really looking forward to their visit no...
This story was written as a reminder that November is National Adoption Month and because adoption is an issue close to the author's heart. WARNING: Story contains little stroke material :) * The halls vibrated with the music that flowed through them. Organ music swelled through the huge, drafty church and out the open doors. Passing people stopped and l...
Laurie and Frankie eased open the hotel room door and stepped quietly inside with their shoes in their hands. Neither one wanted to wake Natasha, so they knew they could step much more softly without their pumps on. The window shades were open and just enough morning light shown in from the city that they were able to see Nat sleeping with one pillow and a r...
1994: Anal Cherry Popping: Something to Celebrate It was the first time in my life I was living together with somebody else. It was thrilling. I remember the first time we went together to the supermarket. I was used to buy just a few things and spend some metal coins just not to use the Credit Card... I left there half of my monthly pay! We bought an unbe...
My first longer story and one that takes time to build. I'd call it Chapter 1 as I have more to come from this. Some of it is real, some is fiction, the locations are real. No editor used, but if there is one out there willing to help, please get in touch. ***** The gentle rocking of the boat was always something I'd enjoyed. Lying back in my bed, the earl...
Laying there in that dark, all that ran through her mind was panic, momentarily. She was fine a minute before, it was just now that everything had stopped and her brain had time to actually think about it. Her breathing was restraint by her corset as it got heavier and heavier. She felt like she was going to explode out of it. She closed her eyes for a momen...
ONE A journeyman journalist is how the hot-shot contemporaries categorize Roddy Maitland as they claw their way on to higher ground in the world of print journalism, some becoming columnists, war correspondents, editors and photographers of international acclaim. Roddy had stayed put, but is remembered by his protégés because he is considered to be one of...