Usually, I loved Saturday mornings. Without the pressure of getting ready for work, grabbing coffee, racing through the showering and dressing routine, Saturday mornings were relaxed, comfortable, languid moments of easing into a day. I loved basking in t...
Cary was unsettled. She worked in one of those non-descript buildings that pervasively dots industrial parks. In fact, it was an engineering firm doing designer work in plastics, PVC, and other combinations of unpronounceable chemicals. Officially, Cary w...
The best decision Todd Keeler had ever made in his life was to marry Lena. He knew it and so did she. It made for an interesting dynamic in their relationship. Todd was aware that without Lena he would probably be in prison, or dead. Lena knew that withou...
“What do you want?” she asked him as he entered. He smiled that smile that she knew would lead to no answer, as he leaned back to close the office door behind him. “You can’t do this to me.” Her voice trembled. She heard the mechanical thunk when he trigg...
A year after I helped Shania bury her husband (we always referred to him as the ex), Shania and I were married, in a church, no less. Shania’s vision had a spiritual aspect that I hadn’t anticipated. While I had some trepidation about this facet and the e...
We decided on a little bistro close to our apartment building. It was kind of dark, cool, and intriguing. The food was excellent. I didn’t eat much, though, as I spent most of the meal just looking at the angel across from me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I...
I stood on the landing, looking at the “C” in brass on the door for a few moments. I hadn’t had anywhere near as much bourbon as Shania had, but felt my head swimming. This was not a good situation, I thought. Still, maybe she’d go inside, fall into bed a...
I unlocked the door for her and pushed it open. Shania strode in as if she owned the place. She walked straight to the window, placed her clutch on the sill next to the two glasses left from earlier in the day. Without a word, I grabbed the glasses and ca...
Shania Taylor was too damned young to be a widow. But, that’s what she was. Her husband had been killed in one of those idiot drunk driving accidents. Unfortunately, he’d been the one drunk. Fortunately, he’d lost control and slammed his truck into a tree...
"You are such an ass," my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee. "Me?" "I'd call you a son-of-a-bitch," she steamed, "but I really like your mother." "What is your problem?" "False pretenses," she snapped. "All right, look,"...
This is a marginal follow-up to the Shywife story published earlier, but it will stand alone. It is, however, more fun to read them both.Tracy decided Jennifer was the one. I had to chuckle because Jennifer had a nasty habit of trying to tease me into a s...
I watched enthralled as the engorged, rigid, veined rod of flesh withdrew, glossy with moisture glistening on the thick, reddish mass that only partially evacuated the pulpy, tight clutch of my wife’s vaginal orifice. I held my breath involuntarily as the...
The message came through Wednesday afternoon. “My Mom’s taking the kids to her place Friday night.”“You want me to come over?” I typed in.“Duh,” she messaged.“Saturday class?” I wrote.“Prof in Seattle for a conference. No class.”“That’s me. No class.”“BS,...
Gabrielle was a doll. She was tall, good-looking, and smart. She was also funny. I had a crush on her within a couple of weeks of our first meeting. When I told her I enjoyed the company of attractive women with a brain, she sort of scoffed.“Brains, huh?”...
Kayla was laughing at me. “What’s so damned funny?” I asked her. “You’re taking this so seriously,” she pronounced. “I just want it to be good. We said we could do it better. If we don’t have a good story, it will suck.” We were leaning across the breakfa...
