It is three o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I was not looking forward to the weekend. My wife, Kat, had endless galas and fundraisers I was supposed to go to which meant I'd get to spend the next three days watching her flirt with every man in the room and then pass out before I even got a chance to kiss her goodnight. Not that I wanted to kiss her nowaday...
Twentieth Reunion I hope you enjoy this story. I was challenged by a friend to write a story about an event and characters who were given to me by a friend instead of what came from my own imagination. * I was looking over the list of those who said they were coming to our twenty-year high school reunion in two months. A vast majority of graduates still l...
Singer Paula Cole is most famous for two things: that damned Dawson's Creek theme song . . . and her hairy armpits! I'm not much of a fan of Paula Cole's music (especially that fucking "I Don't Wanna Wait" song!), but I'm a huge fan of her furry pits! If you haven't already guessed by now, I have an extreme hairy armpit fetish. And Paula Cole satisfies my fe...
Who really was the Cuckold? Chapter 1 Tom Shaw arrived home in a seriously happy mood. He let himself into the home he'd shared with his lovely wife Katie for over twenty years and threw his overnight bag towards the stairs, ready to be taken up to the bedroom and unpacked. Just the day before he, and his gorgeous wife Katie, had attended their only son G...
As I watched her walk toward the front of the room I had a hard time believing that anyone who looked so innocent and angelic could stand in the front of this room and admit to being one of us. But then I should know by now that all kinds of people have our problem. Among us are a doctor, a minister, a ministers wife (not related), several government officia...
So my wife and I have been married for a little over five years. When we met she had a small, tight group of girlfriends. Through the years we saw less and less but still stayed in touch with them. The wife even went away for weekend girls' get-a-ways. As time passed we really only hung out with just one friend, Yvonne. It helped she lives close by to us. Th...
Chapter 1 All my life, I've believed in working hard. My father instilled in me a strong work ethic. He got it from his father, who in turn got it from his old man. It's a tradition in the Anderson clan. Dad turned it into our motto and had it emblazoned on our family crest: Hard Work Pays Off. It hasn't always been easy. When I was young, all the other ki...
Edited by HJF Brandon awoke the next morning to the familiar feel of Katy cuddled against him. In a rush the previous night came back to him and he felt an extreme amount of gratitude for the blonde in his arms. Katy had done it again, as she had countless times when they were together she had found a way to save him from himself. He thought about waking he...
This is an entry in Lit's Winter Story Contest 2006. It's more-or-less a Romance. There's some talk about sex, but the only real action is a fairly brutal fight. Consider yourself warned. == A weary Seeburg Select-O-Matic jukebox crouched beside the front door of The Rebel Yell. The tenth playing that evening of "Please Come Home For Christmas" was just e...
Vivian Laaning grew up on a large dairy farm in southwest Wisconsin. The farm chores she was required to do, was a major factor contributing to the development of her character, as a very industrious woman, with a take charge attitude, and completely sure of herself. Her personality, as such, became very pronounced after she reached puberty. Although she was...