Until I was about ten and up to the birth of my brother, mom and I had a good relationship. It was around this time she started to drink. When she was sober, she was the mother I grew up knowing, but when she was drinking she could be mean and hateful. Mom wasn't ever physical with me, but, her tongue was like a two-edged sword. That sword often cut deep and could be painful. So our relationship for two years became less...

Me and Mom Part 1 Until I was about ten, and the birth of my brother mom and I had a good relationship. It was around this time she started to drink. When she was sober she was the mother I grew up knowing, but when she was drinking she could be mean and hateful. Mom wasn't ever physical with me but, her tongue was like a two edged sword. That sword often cut deep and could be painful. So our relationship for two years be...

Haze Gray and Underway.They walk down the pier slowly, holding hands,Her head resting on his shoulder.They have done this before, but,Each time it becomes harder, and the time together seems to pass so much faster.They stop at the foot of the gangway.The tears in her eyes, her perfume, the feel of her body held close.They both have his love,One, his wife, loving and warm.One, his mistress, heartless, and cold.They both ha...

This story is part true, and part fantasy. Hope you enjoy. It may seem strange that at 50 you realize that you are bi. Perhaps an explanation is required. At 50 years old, with kids all grown and after 30 years of marriage, my wife asked for a divorce, saying she wanted to be free to do some of the things she wanted to do when she was younger but couldn't because of marriage and kids. After my surprise passed, we divorced...

Rusty woke up to the sound of the shower. The rest Jenny suggested the night before turned out to be an eight-hour sleep. Two times he woke up and felt her warm soft body lying next to him bringing thoughts of the night before. "It's about time you woke up, sleepy head," Jenny said. She was standing in the door of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head but naked other wise. "Sleepy Head? During the week I get u...

A Weekend to remember. Part 1 My first attempt at writing anything so be kind. All constructive thoughts welcome. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine...