When Cory heard the banging on his door, he tried to work out where he was. It was some moments before the memories of the night before drifted into his mind. His daughter's wedding, making love to his ex-wife Maria, and then the fact that he was to meet her for breakfast. He leapt up and pulled on some briefs and the robe from the back of the bathroom door before heading to open the door. Sacha pushed past him. "You have...

The Wedding – Day 3 Saturday “Hey, wake up. It’s the big day,” I heard Rina whispering. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face resting on my chest. I tried to stir a bit, but she had her legs laying over mine. I excused myself to the bathroom and return to bed. I spied the clock. It was 7:30 am. Brunch was at 10 am this morning. “Hey, I’m going to my room to call my parents. Just want to check up on them. I’ll be back...

In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. His high achievement had landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading Civil Engineering firms. He was your all-American boy, tall, hands...

Michelle Potter, a forty-nine-year-old divorcee, was at a hotel for her niece's evening wedding reception. She had a room for the night as her home was eighty miles away. Michelle had had her eye on a particular young man for a while. He was almost too good-looking and he was well built in every way, including between his legs as best Michelle could tell. He was chatting to guests at the reception about his own age, inclu...

The kitchen's swing door boomed open, expelling a blur of black and white. A bowtie was tossed upon the tile floor, a blazer soon following it, and the beautiful white dress' long, elegant train dragged through the filth.   The pop of parting lips preceded her harsh, ragged gasp for air, a second before she was jammed backwards into a clattering rack of pans and dishes.   “God, Jason...!” she moaned. “Shh, someone will he...

Jodie Adams is an attractive young woman in her early twenties, with a magnetic personality and heaps of sexiness. She comes from a wealthy family and has created celebrity status as a model and socialite, travelling the globe. She is the ‘It' girl, whose every move is followed by the tabloids and social media. Her father is American and her mother is French, a good mix of jeans and an upbringing in America, France and En...

It’s a bit of a stretch to consider Lisa a “girlfriend.” But less than twenty-four hours with her left a lifelong impression.  I flew into Miami to go to the wedding of some old friends. I had introduced the couple a decade earlier and they were finally getting hitched. I arrived the day before the nuptials and went to the rehearsal dinner soon after my arrival. There I met Lisa. Or that’s where I thought I met Lisa. She...

“How do I get myself in these situations?” It’s a question I ask myself a lot. The answer is not complicated and I’m a smart girl. My day job as a transaction coordinator for a mortgage company demands it. It also requires people who are highly responsible and have excellent people skills. Everything that happens in a loan process comes in or goes out through me. There’s a lot at stake. That’s part of what I like about my...

Today was Julie's wedding day, the happiest day of her life. It was the day she had dreamed of for as far back as she could remember. And after thirty-two years of waiting and hoping, it was finally coming true! All she had ever wanted was to be a devoted wife and mother. She'd had countless tea parties and baby dolls growing up. She helped her mother vacuum even when the vacuum cleaner was bigger than she was. When she g...