Clair in Spring

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"Where are we off too?" The man helped her into her black overcoat. He whispered in her ear as he smoothed the fabric on her shoulders, "I was thinking my place." Jazz drizzled from the speakers overhead as the other diners whispered to each other. The red walls were adorned with mahogany cabinets filled with wine bottles. "Sounds good." She smiled and brushed a strand of red hair out of her face and over her ear. He put his own black overcoat over his black suit. His white shirt and stripped double blue tie still showed from between the lapels. "Do you mind walking?" "You're close?" "Ten minutes, maybe fifteen if we take our time." "Nice evening walk on the first night of spring would be perfect." She took his arm and allowed him [Read more...]

Turn About Last Exit

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"Heather?" Cliff stood in the hallway and knocked three times quickly. "Heather?" He pulled his coat tighter around him. The door made unlatching noises before it opened. Heather, the Amazon, smiled out at him. "You're not Sheldon." "Who?" The Barenaked Ladies crooned from the television in the apartment. "Never mind. Did you want to come in?" She opened the door for him. "I'm sorry, but the power is out at my place and it is too cold." "Awww." She was in a black house coat with bare ankles and feet visible. Her brunette hair was freshly washed and braided. "Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate? Whiskey?" She giggled at the last one. Cliff stripped his over coat and scarf off and laid it over top one of her kitchen chairs. "How about coffee [Read more...]

Hounorable Turn About

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"So we're granting this divorce, no contest?" Cliff flipped through his notes. "Yes, maam." Judge Phillips glared at him over her glasses. "Don't you 'maam' me." Cliff chuckled and set the notes down on the large oak desk between them. Judge Phillips was 50-something. A brunette with grey streaks running through her hair. She was very short, but had a voice that Shakesperean actors would be proud of. She sat, very petite and proper at the dark oak desk. She was framed by bookshelves behind her, full of texts. She glanced up. "We're done then?" "Yes, Petra." "Couch." Cliff stood from his chair and walked back to the couch behind him. The room was deep burgundy on top with a white chair rail and white on the bottom. He sat on the [Read more...]

Turn About and Dance

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"Would you like a dance?" Cliff sucked on his beer bottle as he looked up at the blonde. She was not tall. Blue eyes under hair that was done in pigtails. She wore a black leather skirt short enough to show off her panties, a black leather bra, and black boots that came half way up her thighs. Over top of all this she wore a three quarter black pvc jacket. Glancing at his shrinking belly, Cliff did a mental shrug before answering. "Okay." She grinned and yelled back over the music, "Follow me and I'll make it worth your while." He stood and picked up his beer. Cliff was surprised that he was taller than she was. He followed behind her, watching her blonde pigtails swaying like pendulums from side to side. She took him out of the [Read more...]

Morning Rant

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These mornings are a double edged sword. We are getting another glorious snowfall this morning and, at the moment everything looks beautiful and clean. The white blanket always makes everything look gorgeous for the first bit...until the cars turn it into slush and muck, at least. Even though I did not have to get up quite as early this morning, I was awake at my usual five am. Woke up with an erection that is useless when only the dog is around...I will never be that desperate, and it scares me that some are. I am in strong support of interracial mating...inter-species, however, leaves me scratching my head and trying not to be sick. So, as it was, I sat with a useless erection watching the snow fall and hearing the rumble of the [Read more...]

Freeway Turn About

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"Where are we going, boss?" Cliff opened the van door for her and allowed the brunette Amazon to get in. She had a curvy gothic look with her black coat over top of a black sweater, skirt and nylons. Her black boots almost came up to the bottom of her skirt. Cliff trundled through the wind and snow to the driver side and got in. "Wait..." Heather paused and pulled the lapel of his black over coat to reveal a navy shirt collar. "No red sweater? What the fuck." They both laughed as Cliff started the engine. "I had thought of a movie, but with this storm I don't want to keep you out too late." Cliff put the van in reverse and slowly pulled out of his rooftop spot. Flipping to drive, he inched to the down ramp. "It is a bit nasty, but [Read more...]

Off the Reservation

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I am going off the reservation a bit today. No erotica, no politics, no religion. I wrote this wonderful blog entry, in fact, about which NFL franchises should move to Los Angeles. I was almost finished. Then I did my usual edit by going back to read it over and I suddenly realized how bored I was with it. I still like the game...and I am talking American style football. In fact, I will take this as a comment more on sports in general as I think this now also fits hockey for me. I have always had this fascination with the politics and business side of pro sports, and that is still there. However, I suddenly find no interest in commenting on it. I think I have lost my passion for it. I have not had a regular television connection [Read more...]

Turn About Psychobabble

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"Let me see if I have this straight." She uncrossed her long legs and stood. Putting down her notebook, she turned to face him and leaned back on the desk. "You had an ex-wife that mentally beat you down to where you need to thank every woman for a fantasy." Her black skirt slit in the front, rising just enough that he could see the top of her black stockings. Cliff sat in the overstuffed chair and stared at her. A bottled water jiggled beside the large man as a train passed by on the road outside the office. He could see the snow drifting towards the ground from the window behind the doctor's desk. "Cliff," she spoke through a genuine smile. "How much weight have you lost?" "Fifty pounds so far." "Feeling more confident?" [Read more...]