Separated Stories

I should apologise, I really should. Two days since I’ve last seen or heard her. Alright, that settles it: I’m going over now. Red roses and sparkling wine? Oh man, she’ll melt in my arms. It’s worked before and it’ll work again. Fool-proof. Grab this shit outta the car, knock on the door-bell and she’s mine again; All mine. Wait, what’s that? Moaning? She’s Jilling off; figures. Creep over to her bedroom window; see what...

last night I lit the candle, the one that you sent me. as I inhaled its fragrance I was drawn by the soft light to where you were waiting within the flame. yet you did not burn for you were the source of all light there. cautiously I reached out to touch your face and saw your smile dancing within your eyes. it was then I felt your arms wrapping around me. pulling me in to you where I felt our hearts racing in time. an em...

Was is yesterdayI stood atop? Looking down from OlympusThat world I marveled athas stolen youIt had no rightI was not ready Do you remember the sun? How it cared for usnurtured us Then turned us overto the moonWill you hold that?or lose it? As I must now lose you The will come a day you will stand atopand the mountain itself will squeeze a tear.Will you know why?Will you call to the sun?The Moon?Perhaps you'll screamas I...

It’s been weeks since we were together. Time has crawled by and my thoughts are still on our last phone conversation. Randy spoke of many things and reminded me to pick him up at the airport.  As I stand in the gate terminal waiting for him to arrive, I see him instantly; he has his duffle bag slung over his shoulder and is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He is scanning the terminal trying to catch a glimpse of me. I am stan...

1964 It was at one of those crazy, wild parties that I saw her. She was dancing to a Stones number, her arms above her head, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She was a couple of years older than I, and seemed so grown up and unobtainable that I just watched her dance, and compensated with rather too much bad red wine. That’s the cop-out when you are eighteen, inexperienced, and just a bit shy. As the party wound dow...

This story was told to me by an old friend. After we had a few drinks he told me that he and a friend had fucked my wife and her room mate while we were separated. I had heard a somewhat bland tale from my wife after we reunited but I really needed the sexy details and she wasn't going to offer them to me.After more drinks and more encouragement I finally asked him about the night in question. He was actually more than wi...