Amy walked through the door her eyes scanning the foyer, she new that Matt would have something special planned. He always did something spectacular on their anniversary, and this was their fifth year of marriage. Last year it had been a quick trip to New York, a candlelight dinner at a five star restaurant with the house violin player's softly strumming t...
Author's note: DG Hear and I worked together doing the "Back Up Buddy" and "Hey, Joe!" stories and then collaborating on "Wish Me Luck, The Sequel." This was in addition, of course, to our stories in the two writing invitationals I put together on "This Bed of Rose's" and "El Paso." So we decided to try it again. DG is writing a story based on Gretchen Wil...
I. 29th September. Beswick House. Dearest Richard, I trust that my letter finds you in good grace and spirits; indeed, I hope that it finds you at all. I have been instructed to send it to Master George Hathaway, from whence it may be delivered to your last known location. As I do not reckon well on the chances of many such correspondences successfully c...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with m...
Raj and Stuart arrived at Howard and Bernadette's house after Bernadette called and asked Raj to come over. "Hi, Raj," Bernadette said when she opened the door. "Oh! Hey, Stuart. I wasn't expecting you." "Yeah, Stuart and I were flying kites together when you called. I didn't think you would mind." These boys are such children! "No, it's fine. Come in, gu...
I paid the cab driver and turned to walk into the shiny, glass-encased office building. The bright southern California sun blinded me, and since I hadn't needed them when I boarded the plane at LaGuardia at 6AM I hadn't thought to bring sunglasses. I was momentarily snowblind when I entered the building. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a reception desk in front o...
Author's note: To get the most out of this chapter; the reader is strongly encouraged to read the 1st part of this series! You will find much more "action" in this chapter 2. Please give me "feedback"...I got lots of "hits" from part 1; but very few comments. Constructive criticism and/or encouragement is appreciated. Chapter 2. It was the Friday nite fol...
Chapter 10. "Attachment" "I work between 48 to 56 hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make $16.55 an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this club called Kittens Cabaret and probably make more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store." "Oh, I know the f...
Don't read this story if you don't like scenes in which men are forced and degraded without their permission by dominant women. ***** "Mike, there's a party Saturday night and this time you're coming with me." "It's not one of your office parties is it Gwen?" "No, it's round at my friend Christine's house. There'll be one or two surprises but you never k...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. James came by the next night, and we spent the week-end fucking, sucking and talking. He...