It was Friday, another long week had finally come to an end. It was also, St. Patrick's Day weekend. My husband and I had plans to meet at a local tavern after work, along with our co-workers, to start the...
Love Stories
Pee Perverts: A Love Story
"You should always ask for what you want...sometimes you might just get it."
“You’re dumping me, again?” I managed to drag my eyes up from Amy’s dangling breasts to her hauntingly-beautiful hazel eyes.“Sorry,” she said, looking thoughtful.I thought for a moment, running my hand along Amy’s naked flank as she looked down at...
Love Letter To A Loved One (aka: Lost Souls)
"Sentimental musings of romantic memories shared between two lost souls."
Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw...
I felt like I was living a dream. I had gone from a small town, single mom, and now I was in my New York City apartment with the love of my life. I was standing on the balcony, sipping...
“Yes, you can call my cell, Angel,” Dyanne instructed her assistant over the phone as she headed out of the city. “But, only if it’s important. I’m only going to be away for the week, five days, then I’ll be back...
Our love was a victim of circumstance.Some wounds are carried far deeper than flesh, and although we’d sewn our fractured seams with hope, my scars were etched beyond the place where love was enough to save us.All that’s left of...
The Way Back
"Good friends reconnect."
Even this late the party was in full swing. The smell of beer and sweat hung prominently in the air, and Dana was sweating profusely herself, and especially her face felt hot. A bit of fresh air was definitely called...
Something breaks in me when I watch you sleep. I know I shouldn't think about, but I'm in that crucial moment. Go or stay. I should hold you even closer. Underneath the blanket, bodies curved together as spoons of bare...
Best Friends Forever – Part Two of Thirteen
"Dante wrote: . . . all hope abandon ye who enter here--but . . ."
CHAPTER 3: Sammy was right; I did drink too much, but I didn’t give a damn. I needed to drink and to drink often. And why the hell not, John Daniels loved me. I wonder what they’d named the baby....
Frank knocked on my office door at a quarter to twelve that fateful Monday, pushed it open and poked his head through the opening. “Lunch?” he asked.His tone, trumpeted, that shit was about to hit the fan. Frank and I...