My beautiful wife of 20 years and myself were in a big time rut. Kids, mortgage, work and everyday chores had sucked the fun out of our sex life. We were now free to travel and have fun but the nightlife on vacations consisted of great meals....and then a great book before falling asleep. I was worried. Very worried. As we grew older together, she was widen...
Millie escaped the murky atmosphere at street level by disappearing into the hellhole that was the Bedford-Nostrand subway station. Like every morning for the past two months, she was running late for work. Not that tardiness created anxiety. A lifetime of stable employment at a profitable, family-owned stationery emporium was practically guaranteed. The Ort...
Leila and I both started reading Fifty Shades of Grey. Although some of the scenes were definitely erotic, we found the story a bit lame and the characters rather superficial. Indeed we found ourselves increasingly amused by some of the writing. I was thus inspired to write the spoof below. Leila loved it -- I hope you do to! * 'Come on girl, get a grip.'...
Kelly in Need Kelly and I have been friends for a long time, since our high school years. After we both graduated, we drifted apart, emailing each other only occasionally. To my surprise, she called me last night. "Robbie, I don't know who else to turn to. Are you doing anything? Can you hang out tonight?" The urgency in her voice was palpable. I hadn't...
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The Gray Day part 1 A poem by Keith Douglas Alford The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets o...
I saw her from afar. She was the pretty Asian girl I had been checking out for the past few hours. I knew absolutely nothing about her. But I knew that I had to get to know her better. It was the last tournament of the 2001-2002 speech season, and I was the top dog, the big cheese, the Captain of the Central High Speech Team next year. But so far, after I s...
Inez braced herself for the onslaught of a hot platter of soft-scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries and toast as waitress Janine seemed to be perfecting her flying disc toss to an imaginary canine seated at the table. Blessed with quick reflexes, Inez unfolded her white napkin and used it to shield her face and prevent first-degree burns from the greasy strips...
As the last spasms of my orgasm die away, you move up and snuggle in close to me. When you kiss me the musky odour of my come on your breath overcomes the sweet aroma of your pussy juices on my moustache, the salty taste on your lips and tongue as you kiss me and whisper happy anniversary takes me back to the night we first met. The images still vivid and re...
Executive Decisions is a series of short stories starting with The Meeting, then Working Dinner, Going Up?, Pink Slip and now this one. They can be read individually or one after another. I really hope you enjoy them and as always feel free to send me any and all comments or suggestions you may have. I love the feedback. There are more in this series...an ne...