Fireplace Stories

Blair continued to kiss Casey as she caressed her breast using Jacob's now cool expelled nucleus as a lotion. She was getting the most out of two of her five senses; taste and feel. Blair was tasting Jacob's tangy core as well as feeling his slickness coat her best friend's firm frontal projection. Blair had always wanted to enjoy Casey's company this way. Now she was doing it with an audience.Casey fell into the touch of...

After a long business trip, the Cracker Barrel sign off of I-95 was a nice sight. It meant Jacob was one more exit closer home. It also meant he would surprise Casey, who he knew was busing tables this evening. Jacob and Casey have dated now for eight months. She was a freshman at the local junior college. Her eighteen years had not prepared her for wearing an apron with five stars embroidered onto it, but she had to pay...

The Return of Mrs. Claus I had spent the whole day washing one of my Christmas Eve outfits, over and over again, trying to get the smell of mothballs out of the fabric, what little fabric there was. There really wasn't much to it. A Sexy Santa under-wired bra with fur trim and a ruched miniskirt with a polka dot bow and candy cane . It was the last outfit that I had bought before Jeff's death. Memories of Jeff came floodi...

The Lear jet touched down softly and the blur of African bush slowed down to recognisable shapes. Majestic Camel-thorn trees mixed with Mopani and Baobab stretched towards the Mountains in the distance. The heat was visible from the air-conditioned coolness of the plane.   It was Jenny and Paul’s first visit to Africa but the trip was clouded from the word go. Paul was here to investigate yet another investment opportunit...

   We stand together on your porch, looking out across the prairie.  Green signs of spring are just beginning to show in the late afternoon light of this March day.   I sigh as your arms settle around mine, and you breathe into my hair.   It has been too long since I was able to relax in your embrace, share a bottle of wine, and just listen to the sound of your voice.   I can feel the tension melting away, as the heat fro...

  The week has been long and draining, but the rain on the window has a soothing rhythm and standing here in front of the fire, I can feel the stress melting away.   Shadows climb the walls, cast by the dancing flames; and smoke rises into the chimney in slow, curling tendrils.   I wander around the room, gazing at photos, checking the books on the shelf, and humming along with the soft music pouring from the stereo.    ...