Debby was carrying some folders to her boss, Jerry Walker. It was close to quiting time and she was anxious to get home to her husband, Craig. They both got home about the same time and in the length of time that it took them to strew their clothes across the living room, they were locked in a loving embrace. Last night they only made it to the hallway leadi...
Readers: Warning. This story takes a definite turn away from happy. Read at your own risk. * I woke up the following morning before my alarm clock went off feeling well rested. I shouldn't have been surprised really. The Fine Arts Presentation ended before nine, and Jesse's mother wanted him to go directly home. Without any opportunity to be alone, especi...
Author's Note: Hello, again readers! I am terribly sorry that I have been away for so long. Between my health and daily life, I haven't had any time to write. I still do not have an editor but at this point, I think it is safe to say I stopped looking. I have done my best to correct any mistakes. Since the beginning of this story started in 2017 and it's no...
The fanfare of the New York fashion show's success had hugged the Lifestyle's column for almost a week. Prominently displayed was Damon's smiling photograph; so suave and debonair. He was the new darling of the world of haute couture. There was even one caption introducing him as the most available bachelor of the year. Cindy was swamped with calls from wom...
Ryan sighed as he pulled into the driveway. When did things get so hard? He shifted into park and laid his forehead heavily against the steering wheel. It hadn't always been like this; he used to be excited to get home to his wife, to open the door and engage in the ritual of a hug and a kiss and a "how was your day?" Something had changed, lately. He could...
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN * Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. W...
Every 4th of July, I travel from my downtown loft to my sister's vacation homes on Thomas Hill Reservoir, an expansive lake in north central Missouri. The lake, which is huge and placid, is virtually unknown. On any given 4th, there are a half dozen or fewer boats on the water, in stark contrast to the more bacchanialian and busier Ozarks two hours to the so...
Second Night in the Park I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway. What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello guys and welcome to the second chapter of this wonderful story. Before I go into writing, I would like to thank you for your great love, your comments and your rates for the first chapter. I really appreciate it and I know that together, we will make this story a great success. Don't forget to drop your comme...
Chapter 97: Light In The Dark "Where Am I?" Adam mumbles as he finds himself on a dark floor. He grunts as he feels weird, light, a little dizzy. "Where... Where was... Where am I?" Pushing his hands onto the solid surface, he slowly gets to his knees, before sitting gradually back on his heels. His tired eyes look around. He is in a dark grey void. There...