This story is loosely based on some real experiences I had in Western Australia in the period 1977 to 1981. I say 'loosely' because time has blurred my memory, but it's essentially all true though the chronology may be a bit out of order. In late 1977 I moved from rural North Queensland to Perth in Western Australia. Its a very isolated place, thousands of...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the real world or anyone else's story is just coincidence. Breaking Point He had a plan. It was cowardly. He knew that it was, but she was so forceful and oh so hot. ... Over the phone. "Rob, this is Tim. Do you have a minute?" "Sure, Tim. For you, no problem. What's up?" "I need to ask a huge favor...
After Jamal and I rested for a few minutes, he rolled over next to me and asked, "So who took your cherry first?" I knew that question was coming up, but I wasn't ready to tell him yet. "Its no one you know." I say. We were silent for a while, I'm guessing he was trying to figure it out. "It was Tayshawn wasn't it?" he shouted like he was on Jeopardy or...
Chapter 2: The Party Once I was back to my dorm room I decided to change my clothes for the party at the rec. I heard the shower going in Quinn's room so I assumed he was getting ready also. I didn't want to put on anything that was too dressy so I just put on a polo shirt with some blue jeans that were pretty tight fitting. I looked in the mirror and gell...
I woke up the next morning, a lot more sore then I did the last time being in all the crazy twisted positions those men put me through last night. Instead of feeling regretful, I felt refreshed and somewhat eager for more. I took a long hot shower and got myself ready for math class. When I went back to my room, I was shocked to see Quinn sitting there on m...
It was weird to watch him as an adult. Neville had convinced himself that Brion hadn't changed much in the near decade since they'd last spoken but he had clearly been wrong. With a whistle between his teeth, Breeze ran the kids, the youngest 5 and the oldest 9, through the drills he himself hated and complained about all their lives. He embodied all the qua...
As a child, Monsignor Rainero had always been considered a clever boy, if perhaps a bit more clever than for his own good. He was known to have very inventive and attractive ideas, but he sometimes was known to overembelish them to the point where the scheme collapsed around him. Having seen this played out time and time again, after Rainero had started out...
I hadn't decided to spend the day exploring the Frank Lloyd Wright houses in Oak Park until I saw Heidi Hines getting "the stare" from my wife while Heidi had her toes half way up my calf under the table at Riva's. It seemed a brilliant fix at the time. My wife is a fascinating and powerful woman—all sliver blondeness, razor thinness and sharpness, and glit...
Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages. ***** For Jack, moving back to his hometown was risky, but something he really wanted to make work. He'd spent years build...
"You're doing it again." Terry sits back against the wall and ignores my glare, or at least pretends to. Our table is in the corner of the bar and his stool is wedged into the corner so he'll have a place to lean when he passes out, which he always does. He takes a sip of his drink and pretends not to look at me. "I'm fine." "Tell that to your palm."...