Thanks to papaya_lynne for editing and help with the story. 5. The Challenge Kelly knew she was being watched when she pulled into work. She retrieved her purse, her lunch, and her water bottle from the Explorer, closed the door, and started down the sidewalk to the front door of the building. She was half Read more
….lick her clean? His mind raced. He scrambled up onto his knees, scared that she would think twice, and move away from him. Face to face with her smooth lips, the candlelight reflected in the remaining drips, like diamonds ready to drop. He cupped his hand and filled it with the warm bathwater, bringing it Read more
Ever had that feeling like you were going to hell because of something you shouldn’t have been doing? Well that’s how I felt after getting home. After Kelly and I had cleaned ourselves up, I think we both felt a stab of awkwardness. I was mentally freaking out about what time it was and whether Read more
At Brightsmart Academy where Alex Wilson had attended some thirty years ago, they made freshmen pen letters to themselves as seniors. Amongst the wisdom Alex had dispensed he had written: “Don’t be a cliché” And here he was 47 and highly at risk. He was married with two children. He worked at a library, a Read more
They had met a little over a month ago. The club was a favorite hangout for amateur musicians. Kat enjoyed going there and had been doing so for quite some time, often just hanging out with friends, listening to music, and finally urged to play a couple of her own favorite songs on the guitar. Read more
Megan poured herself a nice cool glass of lemonade from a pitcher that was on the patio table. Picking up a precut wedge of lemon she rested it on the edge of her tumbler. Luscious lips painted a soft sensuous shade of red puckered as she took a long refreshing sip. Boy, it was hot Read more
Alice Scott was the 35 years old wife of the vicar of St. Aden’s, a parish on the edge of a northern English market town. Her husband, Edwin was 40 years old and in the early years of their ten-year marriage, he had excited her with his near heretical approach to his work. He came Read more
Journal Entry: Thursday, February 23, 1989 – The Blizzard of ’89. Editor’s note: I’m posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. Cheers! * It was one of those mid winter days that made you almost think spring might be in the air. Steve Read more
Sweet prickled the back of my neck. I bunched the thick mess of curls in my fist and fanned the skin. Luke would be here in 10 minutes. My stomach rolled in a nervous flutter sending a jolt of desire to my nipples, tightening them to points. God, I wanted Luke, stretched out naked on Read more