…my mind drifts… between sleep and wakefulness…my consciousness floats… eddies, bring me closer to the shore, before washing me into the deeper water of sleep. As my mind rises higher I can still smell the aroma of passion from the Devamı…
The sun was shining brightly melting the snow into tiny puddles across the sidewalk and parking lot. Even with the heat waves coming down, it was still freezing. I stepped out of my car, pulling my sweater closer to my Devamı…
What more proof do you need? It’s a difficult question for any man to answer, even though they may be asked several times a week. The honest answer was “yes,” but a concise answer spoken so easily can make her Devamı…
Chapter 2: Mya’s Ride I sorted my way through a stack of faded, men’s jeans to make sure that they were all in perfect condition and placed them back on the shelf with the other 500 pairs of identical pants. Devamı…
Author’s note: This story is completely fictional. My doctor is female but is not what one would say is ‘fantasy inducing’. I hope you enjoy it. * I arrived at my doctor’s office for my annual physical. For those of Devamı…
I was 42 when my marriage fell apart. I’m Tom Sinclair, and I was a senior manager in a large government office in the north of England. After my wife told me she was leaving me for a man fifteen Devamı…
She felt light headed, her mouth somewhat dry as the alcohol began to take its effect. Smiling carelessly she looked into his eyes, her old long lost school friend, her ex’s good mate, and now her friend. He looked charming, Devamı…
Jessica (Jess) and Jennifer (Jen) were the best of friends. They knew each other from grade school and remained good friends since then. Both women were in their early twenties and are more like sisters than friends. They went to Devamı…
Meet Nabila Obeid, a forty-something African Muslim woman living in the City of Houston, Texas. In the sixteen years since Nabila Obeid left her hometown of Kiffa, located in southern Mauritania, sometimes the similarities between her new home and ancestral Devamı…
{For one of my very favoritest Canadians…} * Meg looked around the room and listened to stories of the glory days of high school and how often they’d dropped by to visit old friends, teachers they’d liked and so on. Devamı…