"Fuck, it just can't rain right now! I don't have time to take care of all this crap in the rain! Well, it's gonna hafta fuckin wait! Too bad!!" I wish I had heaved my cell phone. Just like I heaved the softball through the windshield of my ex's 65 Camaro. Why now? Why can't I be, for 5 fucking minutes, just like everybody else? Ugh! "Hey! Watch out!" I fe...
I walked in the door and sighed. Another long day at work. I need to relax a little before I go to bed. I stretch as I head to the bathroom. I turn on the water and adjust it to perfection. I drop in some bath oil beads and go to heat some water for tea. After I get my tea ready, I return to the bathroom. The water is halfway up the tub by now. I slip off...
This is a short story I wrote for a competition, using the prompt, 'He spent his last £30 on a plate of oysters and a glass of champagne.' It's the first story I've written featuring disability, something I know a little about myself. Unfortunately, it didn't place, but I still enjoyed writing it. Tx *** He spent his last thirty quid on a plate of oyster...
The first time he saw her naked was New Year's. It was after 2, and the party his parents had had was breaking up. His girlfriend had left twenty minutes ago and he was getting ready to go to bed. He had turned out his light, then crossed the room to pull down the shade when he saw that the light was on in her bedroom in the house next door. Her shade was st...
I was listening to Tom Leykis on the radio as I was driving home from work the other day and was confronted with an interesting topic. Generally you can count on the good old Professor to have a nice pussy hungry, bare breasts flashing on the highway kind of radio show, but sometimes he pulls out some incredibly rational and timely shows that cut through all...
We are Chuck and Lorraine, a recently single 33-year-old woman and a 61-year-old man who found the love and desire of our lives. We want to share with you a story we've been writing together. This is the first installment... * The Renaissance, part 1 Chuck Williamson is a 61-year-old businessman who essentially lives out of a suitcase. He has a place on n...
The morning is going slowly. I've spent at least half of it in meetings at work. It seems like an age ago that I woke at 6am and got ready and headed into the office, leaving you asleep in our bed. My phone vibrates on my desk and I pick it up and check the screen. One new message I'm told, so pressing the right combination of buttons, the message appears on...
It is early morning, the house is quiet. I come down the stairs shivering as the chill air touches my skin. My bed was warm and comfortable, but I am eager to meet him. I enter my office, locking the door behind me. The room is dark until I turn the computer on, then the screen lights the room enough for me to see. I slip my headphones on as I log on, smilin...
Even before my wife and I finally got married, we decided that it would be best to sleep in separate beds if one of us became sick, and after further discussion, we agreed that the sick person would sleep in the bed in the Master bedroom while the person who was actually well would sleep in the guest bedroom. After all, when one is sick, one receives a psych...
I dreamed of the first time that we would meet. The things I would say to you as you approached me for the first time. How I'd feel the moment you wrapped your arms around me and held on to me so tightly that I could barely breathe. The electric shock I would feel at the first caress of your lips on mine as we kissed tenderly, hungrily. Oh how I longed for y...