Bear skin rug Stories

Catherine's favorite night of the year was Christmas Eve. She believes there's a slice of time somewhere between sunset on Christmas Eve and dawn on Christmas morning when all is right with the universe. I liked to think she was right. Catherine was a terrific wife and did her best to please me, so Christmas brought her a holiday surprise. She had always been a massive fan of Santa Claus, and I knew she had a mile-wide Sa...

I have three wives today—Clarisse was first, Julie was next, and then Carol Ann—well, they really aren’t my wives, but I treat them as if they are. They use to be my foster family, Clarisse was my foster mom before I turned eighteen and foster care stopped paying her for my support, Carol Anne and Julie were my foster sisters. We saw very little of our dad, he was a member of the Teams and was always rushing off on some S...

When I dream, I go places and do things, without all the humbug of daily life and without my physical limitations. The setting can be anything from a hot-tub, an igloo in Alaska, or a bungalow in Tahiti. I can have with me as many people as I want; however, it is usually me, a boyfriend, plus another person, man or woman. What I like best about it is the fact it offers me the kind of privacy I don’t have in reality. I can...

Kandy hated wintertime, along with its ice, snow and frigid temperatures. Here it was the middle of December, the temperature had dropped to ten degrees and there was four inches of snow on the ground. It had taken her 2 hours to drive ten miles. She cursed as she parked the car, checked the mailbox and walked toward the house with the snow biting here ankles.All she could think about was that it would soon be Christmas a...