He sat by the window, whiskey glass in hand, dark with an expensive spirit. Raindrops streaked down the pane, rivulets racing to their doom. Lightning illuminated dark clouds, thunder announcing the storm's presence. A night truly not fit for man nor beast, yet here he was, master of all he could see, wondering what might happen if he ventured out. Perhaps to his own doom? That would be a blessing, as he contemplated how...

The worst thing about being a divorcee wasn't the divorce itself. It was the circumstances leading up to it. We had been married for 20 years, two beautiful daughters, a nice house in the suburbs. We were both employed, he as an attorney, soon to become a partner in a prestigious law firm. I'm a marketing consultant at a cosmetics manufacturer. Our social life was full, parties with co-workers or at corporate events. I th...

Our college life can be described as four years that passed in the blink of an eye. We kept wondering when it was going to get hard, because for us it never did. And, except for those few hiccups our freshman year, it was smooth sailing with the sorority. This spring, we said good-bye to Tracy Simson, our house mother. She asked to transfer to the Delta Alpha Bravo fraternity, after their mother quit. The rumor mill ran r...

Two lovebirds, holding hands, heads together, smiling into each other's eyes. "She thinks he's her boyfriend," the director said. "At night, she goes into his room." She looked at me, no sign of recognition. "Are they intimate?" I ask. "Yes. Does that bother you?" That terrible disease had robbed her of our memories. Now those memories were all I had. "Does it bother me? No. She's happy. That's all that matters now." I th...

Alice I was sitting on my porch, looking across the street, watching Cody Morrison wash their car. It is said, youth is wasted on the young. It certainly wasn't wasted on him. A fine figure of a young man. A figure even a woman as old as me could appreciate. Tall, blonde, with a body I bet drove the girls mad. I know it would be me, if I were just a few years younger. Shoot, it was doing it to me today. Watching him broug...

I was always the brainy one. All the way through high school, math and science held no mystery. With this gift came a curse: ostracism. When other girls' social lives evolved to cliques with interests like cosmetics and boys, I was excluded. Nobody wanted to associate with the nerdy girl who made them look dumb. And boys? Same thing. A few (very few) dates always ended badly because I intimidated them, just by being mysel...

I realized my eyes were closed, but light penetrated my eyelids. I was warm. A sheet or light blanket covered me. Where was I? The last thing I remembered was the anesthesiologist placing a mask over my face and saying, "Breathe deeply." Now, here I was, wherever "here" was. I opened my eyes. There were fluorescent lights and ceiling tiles. The air had a chemical odor. Hospital? Was I in a hospital? I tried to move my han...

One plus one equals two It seems so long ago, But was it only yesterday? We said, "I do." Karen and Richard sang, "We've Only Just Begun." A kiss for luck, and you and me were now we. Did we know each other? This was before people moved in together, No "Learner's permits." Two totally different people, Meeting on a blind date. How did I know you were the one? When I wasn't with you, I could only think of you. And when I w...

I had just poured my second cup when she walked through the door. Fuck, she was beautiful. That bedhead, strawberry blonde hair framing her pixie face. Those bedroom eyes, button nose, red cocksucker lips. And that short nightshirt with those pink teddy bears. She was a walking wet dream. She paused in the doorway, hands clasped at her waist. Her eyes scanned me uneasily. I was wearing my short khaki shorts and nothing el...

It's ironic what goes through your mind when you're in your room, on your back, ten inches of anthracite coal pistoning up your butt. Your roommate is running the railroad, Casey Jones getting old number 382 running down the tracks, heading to the depot. Charge: Violation of Uniform Code of Military Justice, Conduct Unbecoming. In that Lieutenant Anthony "Binky" Rasmussen was observed on his back, legs spread, arms embrac...

Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

Where are they? This is the place, the right time. I know what they look like. We've been DM-ing on the forum for so long, I would recognize them immediately. Their avatar, their media posts. Especially the imagination in their AI. It's an insight into their innermost thoughts. I wonder what they'll think of me. Will they read between the lines in my posts? Can they decipher what my media is saying? This could be the one!...

I love Audrey. Hopelessly, eternally, unconditionally, in love. You might not see in her what I see. Her auburn hair, ringlets surrounding her angelic face. Azure blue eyes, an innocence that turns to smoky lust. Button nose. Cupid's bow lips, bright red, a smile whose warmth turns naughty with the lick of her pink tongue. Natural blush, high cheekbones. The face of an angel. Maybe you don't see her like that. But there's...

It was Saturday night, and I had struck out. Again. Plenty of pussy on the pavilion, but when I slow-rolled the pussy wagon, they just tittered behind their hands. I even briefly considered quail hunting, but that lyric from Jim Croce's song, "Five Short Minutes," kept running through my head. I was tempted, though. Three or four more years (or five or six for some, but FUCK they were SO FUCKING HOT!). But I'm too young t...

It was early afternoon the next day when I finished Mrs. Segal's lawn. Her husband had passed away about two years ago, and she had stayed on as one of the coffee klatch. She always had a cold drink ready for me when I finished, and on this hot afternoon I was really looking forward to it. I knocked on her patio door, opened it and called out. She came into the kitchen from the front and, with a beaming smile, told me to...