The boy had no real name. He was the tanner's get, below even the whore's runts, responsible for soaking the hides in urine. The tanner called the child "Boy," long after the boy had left childhood behind. The town was large enough that most forgot to which tannery the young man belonged; everyone called him "the tanner's boy" for so long that it became his...
[This is chapter 1 of a five-chapter completed novella, to be finished posting 8 August 2020.] June, 1864, Wellington Place plantation, on the James River, between Richmond and Williamsburg, Virginia It was no surprise that there would be changes—and probably not for the best—when James Matthew's brother, John, arrived from Mississippi to take up the inher...
"Why haven't you told your friends to stop their virtual harassment? It's not funny anymore, Mitch." A tall slender man with disheveled sandy blond hair leaned against the bathroom door and listened to his friend washing the sods of the day off as he deleted message after message off his phone. "I didn't mind their ' Happy Halloweens' or creepy texts askin...
Chapter 01 First Meeting Down a small side street where the glow of the street lamps did not reach, behind a tulip-yellow door, Mrs. Featherwink's doorman, brothel keeper, and sometime procurer, Halden, waited for the bell and admitted gentlemen late from the theaters, music halls, private clubs, drawing room entertainments, and dinners with wives to Mrs....
It was quite a step up, from senior waiter in the formal dining room to senior evening desk clerk. All of the lower-end staffers at The Madison were careful to congratulate Philip—perhaps a bit too careful, formally, and perfunctory on the part of many of them. Philip knew it was a leap-frog advancement, although he thought he'd done a fine job in the dining...
The sun was still low in the eastern sky when I stole in the gate from the parking apron into the back garden. I stealthily—and painfully—mounted the outside stairs to the garage flat, hoping that Ergon hadn't come back in the night after I'd left him in my bed. If he had, he wasn't here now. I was in the kitchen, applying cold compresses to my shoulders, t...
Daddy had been gone for a few days. He was away on a business trip. We communicated frequently, and he reminded me a few times that he had a surprise for me this coming Friday. So I waited anxiously for the end of the week. On Friday morning, I received a text: "Hello luv. I have been in contact with your Owner. We will pick you up at 6 tonight. But be ready...
Entry 5: Revenge of the Nerds - Part 2 When I woke up, I had no fuckin’ idea how long I was out. I was still fuckin’ blindfolded, but I was in a different position. This time my hands were tied above my head and I could feel some ropes wrapped around my chest, rubbing into me like sandpaper. I was sore as! My arse was on fire and my back felt raw, pressed...
"Mmm James..." moaned the soft, seductive voice of eighteen-year-old Susan Yang. Her boyfriend, James lay beside her on his queen bed, their arms and legs intertwined. He, nearly 6 feet tall with a slender build, towered over his girlfriend who was a petite half Japanese girl. His lips pressed to her neck with the little experience he could muster. She didn'...
A young man closed a door behind himself, cheeks taking on a coccineous tone as he peered down at his extremities. It throbbed against his abdomen, traitorously. He sighed out a frustrated, unrelaxed breath. Every footstep toward his bed carried confusion and reluctance. His broad shoulders were tense. His hair was bristling with gel and fear. Goosebumps tr...