It had been a week—a week of reliving their last encounter and anticipating this one. Lately, while her live-together boyfriend Art played poker with the boys, Gwyn had been skipping chick flicks with the girls to meet Lance. She lost a button as his urge...
A sense of dread washed over Linda Webster. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, the third anniversary of her husband's untimely death. The forty-four-year-old widow sat alone in her kitchen, waiting for her best friend, Kate Faucher, to pick her up. The duo had...
I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free hi...
I'm not precisely sure when my step father began to notice me. I had developed a lot since I had turned sixteen, but I think I must have been nearly seventeen before I really grabbed his attention. That might have been due to me being more confident with...
On a cold winter day in February, James Thomas IX received a phone call from a lawyer in Salem, Massachusetts, concerning paperwork that needed to be reviewed over the James Thomas plantation established in 1632. His father was the last known inhabitant,...
It's Valentine's Day, and his bare ass sits submerged in murky swamp water. How did this day come to this? He still can't comprehend the events that led him to this point, remembering how the day had started with such promise. Shivering, he’s rapidly losi...
“Bullseye!” the masculine, yet almost whimsical creature said to himself. His arrow found its mark in the plump round ass of the unsuspecting target. The middle-aged woman’s facial cheeks instantly blushed and her eyes glistened as she coveted the average...
I open the door and step inside. My work bag drops to the ground, and my fingers start loosening my tie. Like usual. Then I notice the envelope on the ground right in front of me. One of those thick brown ones, like what I use at work. With a strange, pur...
I can hardly believe I'm doing this. After months of talking on Lush, we've finally reached the point where we're actually going out on a date, and even though we've never met in person, I feel like I know him pretty well. He's much older than me, living...
Valentine’s Day, 1994. Redondo Beach, California. When I got home from the dealership, my wife, Suzanne, was not there. Instead, there was a note on the kitchen island, written in her girly, flourished handwriting on a monogrammed note card, the ones she...
Am I doing the right thing, By arriving early? The door is not locked, I let myself in. With rose between my teeth, Pants left at the bottom step. Ascending the stairs, I head to your room. With light-footed steps. Approaching your bed. Turning to look my...
I woke up on Valentine's Day all nestled down in my comforter with the light beaming across the bed. I did a nice stretch face down and then flipped over to see my friend Anna standing by the bed. It was as if she had a halo around her as the sun bounced...
At night I weep with heart's despair, Is there no one for me? To share thy life, mine evening prayer, One last first kiss by thee. Behold, sweet Patience doth surprise, Oh my, thou look my way; Thine eyes they linger, passions rise, Prayers answered on th...
You came for me, through the mists of time, A vision of beauty, without reason, without rhyme. I had seen you before, but not as you are, A wondrous gift, a heavenly star. The mists slowly cleared, transparency unveiled, New hope in sight, for my ship ...
We were so young back then.... And a part of me will be all the way back at thatnight when a ring encircled your trembling finger,the dark winter lake where you said yes and rushed over me like those waters flowing beneath ice,silently claimed in the clea...
