You’d pass my wife on the street without giving her a second look. There is nothing really distinguishing about her, at least visually. She is medium height, very thin, thick hair, narrow face, big eyes, longish noses, tight mouth and pointed chin. You’d just walk on by.

And if you heard her speak, you’d probably try to tune her out. She has an oddly cackling voice that can grate on the ear.

But if you tried to get to know her you would be faced with the challenge of understanding a woman who is a riddle of complexity, a character of opposites: compliant-determined, domestic-adventurous, feminine-masculine, serious-frivolous, active-passive. (more…)

The desert night is clear and cold; across the campsite the fire flickers low.

The soldiers are sleeping; their soft snores rise like smoke into the sky. At the camp”s edge the horses shuffle and stamp. Only the Sultan”s guard remain vigilant; massive and wordless, they stand either side of his tent like “djinn.”

They watch me as I push the door-hanging back. They”re not permitted to touch, but there”s an intensity to their look… Imperiously, I ignore them and duck into the tent.

My jewellery sparkles as I let the hanging fall. (more…)

“SHIT,” Caroline Jarrett spat out loud when her left tennis shoe clipped the coffee table in the middle of her claustrophobic living room.

“At least you didn’t do it with your sandals on like the other day,” she chided herself, trying to rub the pain from her foot as she fought the overwhelming urge to kick over the 4-legged nuisance in front of her. “You lived in the same house for 19 years…and now… you have to get use to moving around in this Goddamn bandbox…you should have at least made sure the walls were padded before you signed the lease.” (more…)

I told him that I was not finished yet. The ride home seemed to be a lot shorter than the ride to the airport. Maybe it was the anticipation of finishing what we started in the garage. Or maybe it was just the thought of our bodies touching again. It was very difficult to keep my hands to myself while he was driving but there was a lot of traffic so I did not want to distract him even though there was a part of me that really wanted to.

The vehicle had barely stopped before I opened my door to get out. Like I said, four months had been a long time. I heard him giggle at me as I jumped out and headed for the door. I unlocked the door while he headed to retrieve his luggage. I looked at him and said, “Leave them for now.” He just smiled and said “okay” and headed my way. (more…)

I pull my car the driveway and find you sitting on your porch steps waiting for me. Dressed in khaki shorts and a dark blue polo shirt that matches your eyes and compliments your strawberry blonde hair, you look amazing. You catch my eye and smile as you slide into the seat next to me. Before buckling yourself in, you lean over and kiss me, first gently on the lips and then with just a hint of more passion on the neck.

Sitting up as I pull out onto the road, you ask where we are headed. I tell you of my plans for a nice picnic dinner in the park and I can tell that you are slightly disappointed that we won’t be in a more private place. You hold my right hand as I maneuver the car with my left. We ride the short distance to the park in silence, content to just be with one another. (more…)

*Prologue*

Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.

At the age of fifteen her father, the King, remarried another woman of uncommon beauty, a woman of high intelligence, a strong sexual appetite, and a deep, dark secret. Poor Snow White was left to roam the massive castle alone and lonely for long periods of time while her father was preoccupied with his new bride. (more…)

“{The real character”s names are changed. The fictitious names are real.}”

I was barely inside the door when Sylvia made two short knocks before letting herself in. It was about 10:00 P M and I really wasn”t in the mood for company but when I saw the concern on her face I relaxed.

“You look awful,” she exclaimed. “How is our girl?”

“She must be doing okay. She was belly aching about having to spend the night alone when they kicked me out,” I laughed.

“You”ve been there all day. You look tired, want something to eat?” Without waiting for an answer Sylvia opened the refrigerator and brought out three eggs. (more…)

“Okay, I didn’t preface my other two stories so I’ll take the opportunity now. Those of you who’ve read my stories probably know that I don’t like describing the couple. I figured that most things read by people are colored by the readers’ experiences and imagination, why not just give that part to them? They can imagine themselves or someone they like as the person.

Anyway, to the two wonderful people that responded to my stories and sending me a note, thank you.

Well, that’s it. I hope to hear from you. And thank you for voting. Enjoy!” (more…)

“For those who didn’t catch Chapter Two, here’s a brief synopsis:

After the awkward sexual tension Dan and I endure as co-workers, we finally were able to release the tension and make oral love in his office, during which, a noise was heard in the hallway…and neither of us stopped to investigate. After the lovemaking, reality set in and we had to go our own separate ways, leaving me to wonder about my future with Dan, his feelings toward me, and what that mysterious noise was.”

Chapter Three (more…)

Alone in her trailer, a full month removed from her serendipitous soiree with Glen at the motel, Lana sat on her tattered and worn sofa, dreading the impending result of the wheels they had put into motion after having sex that morning.

Invigorated, at the time, by a man who was willing to show her some attention, sexual and otherwise, Lana had poured her soul out to the married businessman. At some point during their private conversation, Glen had half jokingly blurted out an idea that summed up everything Lana had been holding inside for years, but was too afraid and incapable of acting on alone. (more…)