Chapter Four I had no idea what to do with myself now. Where would I go? What would I do? I thought back to the taxi ride into town this morning and realised we had passed a lovely big park. It was only three or four blocks away and I had been sitting for half the morning so a walk was definitely in order. I walked back out into the sunshine and felt a shiver wash over my body from head to toe as I walked out of the cool...

Olivia was absentmindedly tapping her fingers on her wine glass while listening to Emma drone on about work. The low hum of conversation and the clanking of the utensils throughout the room wasn’t helping her conversation. That was until the smell hit her as a waitress whisked by taking a dish to a nearby table. A hot and sweet ginger aroma wafted around her evoking a memory of a night long past. “Oh, and I randomly ran i...

My dreams were full, and while the details fled from me as I woke, my morning erection was much more intense than usual. I tried to roll over and hide it, but Cheryl took notice before I did. “My my my, look at you,” she joked. “Have I been neglecting you?” “Oh no, not at all. We’ve been busy, what with the house and everything…” “Well, maybe we should take a night off soon… and break this bed in right. Don’t you think?”...

This happened right before my wife, Billie Sue, and I got engaged. We were in college together-- going together-- seriously involved and very much in love (albeit in an open relationship). Billie Sue decided to throw a party at her parents' house. I hadn't initially planned to spend the holiday at her house. I'd just met her folks a couple of weekends earlier and didn't want to seem pushy. But at the last minute, I decide...

Chapter three. When I got back to Sally she was still looking concerned. “Are you sure you're okay, Mum?” I laughed, partly in relief and partly at the absurdity of the whole situation. “I'm fine, just really had to go.” I put a lot of emphasis on the “really” and Sally looked me over once more as though confirming to herself that I was indeed fine and not just making it up. Then, seeming to be okay with what she saw chan...

The idea of bunking with a roommate just seemed immature to Dan. As a forty-year-old man with a family, Dan believed he was far too old and past the point in his life when he should even consider living with some stranger. He had scoffed when his wife proposed the idea to him. “A roommate? Jesus, Sarah, I’m forty years old,” he said, half laughing. “I’m not in college anymore.” Like most American families, the economic do...

Chapter One. Sally was always the arty kid. Never really into sports or group activities, not that she was a loner or anything like that. When she was being creative she entered a kind of zen-like mindset and it was as though a peaceful state swept over her. I understood the feeling as it was how I was with music but for her, it was almost always something visual. She had tried many different media, drawing, charcoal, pai...

I looked at the odometer in my minivan and saw that I still had 350 miles to travel. The decision whether to stop for coffee was pretty easy to make as I had already travelled 410 miles without a break. The coffee shop looked to be reasonably busy but still offered some vacant seating as I drew up in the car park and switched off the engine Thirty minutes later, I felt much better having had some really nice coffee along...