April sat at work, frustrated. She was tired and stressed about her boyfriend, Luke. The off-season was always rough for him, but sometimes she felt like his boredom took more of a toll on her than him. So there April sat at her desk, scheming in an effort to help add some spice to Luke's off-season. After receiving the tenth text message from Luke in the last five minutes, April had a stroke of genius. Luke had texted he...

My wife, Sheila, and I were apprehensive about our recent move to Little Rock, Arkansas. That was especially true since we were moving away from our grown children and their families in Florida. But my big promotion to a senior executive position at the corporate headquarters of my employer was too big of an opportunity to pass up. My name is Ron, and Sheila and I were both forty-eight years old and in pretty good shape a...

Maya placed one sneaker-clad foot against the tire of her car and stretched out a toned leg. She tipped her head back, enjoying the early morning sun caressing the skin of her bare shoulders. She wore a low-cut tank top over her sports bra and tight running pants that hugged her round ass. Switching to stretch the other leg, she turned her music on and placed a headphone in each ear. Giving her leg one last stretch, she s...

It was a very humid night out and the jog was really making me work up a sweat. I had forgot my water bottle and was dying for a drink. The trails weave in and out of the backs of houses and being a late summer evening you could smell the aroma of lingering BBQ and grilling. I decided to stop and take a little break and to just sit down beside the path on a little park bench. I had only been there a moment when I realized...

I take a long, cold sip of my lemonade (spiked with vodka), wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead, and silently curse the previous owners of my new house for letting their garden go to hell. It is a brutally hot afternoon, but I am bound and determined to rid my flowerbeds of these God-forsaken weeds. My tank top and running shorts are plastered to my skin and I just tossed my hair up in a ponytail to get it off my nec...

The 1960s were a tumultuous time for racial relations in our country, especially in the South, but I feel that by the 1980s great progress had been made. My name is Sandra, and my husband Mitchell and I are black. We both went to college, and after graduating in 1985 we got great jobs and bought a nice home in a mostly-white, middle class suburb in the Birmingham area. Most of our white neighbors treated us with respect a...

The running trail where I do my daily jog is a gently winding track along the riverside that skirts the public golf course, detours through a couple of lightly wooded areas and otherwise keeps close to the river's edge. It's a scenic route that brings relief from the stress, noise and pollution of the nearby city. Pushing myself around the 3km circuit keeps my ageing body fit and trim beyond its years and ready for other...