Short story: The challenge – part 2 (erotic romance)

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The challenge – part 1 – it makes more sense if you read this first.

Sabrina stared at her phone, wondering if she should respond to the flood of incoming texts from Melanie, her friend who had hosted the party on the weekend.

< Call me back > the texts urged Sabrina. < Do you have time now? Let’s chat. >

But Sabrina hesitated. If she gets into a phone call with her best friend, she’s bound to get caught up in a lengthy conversation. Mel had a way of pulling things out of her that she wasn’t always ready to explore out loud. Sometimes her friend’s insistence made her feel flustered and overwhelmed.

Sabina scrolled around her phone a little more, procrastinating her inevitable response. She always ends up calling Mel back, it’s practically a given. Today, though, she’s a bit more hesitant than usual. Nick was on her mind, and had been ever since that conversation they had in the car after the party.

Absentmindedly, she decided to check her email app again. Still no message from Nick. Continue reading “Short story: The challenge – part 2 (erotic romance)”

Short story: The challenge – part 1 (erotic romance)

Disclaimer: subject matter may not appeal to all

“Try giving up control,” Nick had said to her once.

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Short story: The mysterious man from the beach

Your discomfort should not does not inhibit my creativity.

“This used to be my boat,” Robert told her as they stood at the gate of the Yacht Club, peering through the cast iron fence. Continue reading “Short story: The mysterious man from the beach”

Online reviews: are they useful, and do you use them?

Yesterday when the menfolk came to visit us girls at my mom’s place, we got into a conversation about online reviews.

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Elusive sleep

Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.

A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.

Distractions.

A fantasy filled with desire and hope.

Longing.

There is no time, no peace, no focus.

But it will come. It has to.

The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.

Until it melts. Again.

Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.

Maybe the words will form at dawn.

Maybe not.