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MY CELL BOUNCED off the bed from where I’d thrown it and landed with a thud on the floor. I walked around the far side, initially intending to pick it up but as I looked down at its blank screen it became the focus of my rage and I kicked it instead. It skidded under the bed. I left it there. What was the point of retrieving it? David was refusing to talk about anything but divorce. Read More …
AS I SIPPED my wine, a nice Shiraz from the Hunter Valley region, I did a leisurely look around at my new colleagues. The company appeared to be just as the lovely Holly Prescott had described at my initial interview: a relatively small boutique publishing outfit that fostered a family feel. The fact they’d organized a small welcome party for me that included the spouses and significant others of the employees backed up her claim. Read More …
WITH MY WIFE KNEELING before me, I didn’t care that the curtains were open, revealing the pitch-black night sky. I didn’t care that any passer-by could see me, could see us. Let them. Let them see me in rapture. It had been so long. Read More …
Kevin McDonald stood impatiently at the arrivals concourse at Chicago’s O’Hare airport waiting for his little brother to arrive from LA. During a scan of the faces of the incoming passengers he caught sight of his reflection in a pane of glass and realised that he looked as haggard as he felt. He’d only managed about four hours sleep in the two nights since the email had arrived from his father. The email that proved the estrangement he’d felt for years toward, not only his father, but his little brother, was based on a lie. The feelings of guilt, remorse, and a terrible sadness for the lost years that could never be retrieved, was eating him alive. Read More …
PENELOPE, OR PENNY as I’ve always called her, and I have been married for twenty-eight years. Our twenty-eighth year marked an ending but also a beginning. It was the year our third and youngest child started college. We’d just dropped her off. That made us officially empty-nesters.
I wanted to use the opportunity to try to rekindle Penny’s and my love life which had waned during the marriage, due mostly to lack of energy and privacy. As working-class people, we have a small house with thin walls, not a huge mansion with nannies and maids. Read More …
Loreal felt her orgasm building. Aaah, she sighed; finally. She moaned into the ear of the guy above, pounding into her, to enhance the experience for him. He continued grunting and sped up. Loreal turned her head away to the side to try to get away from his breath. Beer and stale cigarettes, yuck. Certainly not an aphrodisiac. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and just concentrated on the delicious sensations. They were good, but not enough to tip her over the edge, at least not yet. Maybe with a bit more pounding. Read More …
Dave always keeps his promises. He drove home from work slowly, pondering the sad state of his marriage. Things were bad enough that a normal man would have requested a divorce long ago. But Dave wasn’t a normal man. Read More …
After reading Agena’s original classic and all the sequels I could find, I have to say, I found them generally unsatisfying. None of them went far enough to satisfy my sense of justice except Tx_Tall_Tales, which, believe it or not, went too far for my taste. Yes, I have boundaries! If you share my world view, then I hope you enjoy my addition. Read More …
THE SCENE: A COURTROOM IS SET UP to make the inhabitant of the dock feel isolated and intimidated. Its positioning made somewhat of a lie of the legal concept of innocent until proven guilty. It is set as far from anyone else in the room as the space permits. In particular, it’s a long way from where its occupant’s defence counsel, sometimes their only friendly face, inhabits. It is positioned at the foot of the raised platform where the stern looking judge sits, looking down at them. Read More …
The scene. Peter and Bonnie Bunting, have been shown into the office of relationship counsellor, Gail, and introductions made. Read More …