Had he really drunk enough to be this woozy? His head was swimming, the sound of his ears being the rushing of water—real or imagined?—and he was having difficulty distinguishing teak walls from sienna brown curtains on the portholes and from separating his tremors from the slow bobbing of the yacht. Why, in this state of confusion, could he feel every lusci...
"I don't know. The House Triple Delight or the Sizzling Beef and Scallops maybe?" I turned my head enough to see the good-looking Asian guy in my peripheral vision. I read the specialty names off the menu again, slowly, and watched him. "The Sizzling Beef and Scallops then, I think," I said, giving the Chinese woman at the Ming Dynasty takeout restaurant th...
Kyle was an adventuresome, inventive, strong-minded young man. In short, he was a smartass. He'd been raised by maids and chauffeurs, and he was spending his college freshman year abroad with the floating University of the Pacific not because he was brilliant—which, in some ways, he was—but because his parents didn't know what to do with him and better out o...
"Can you lift me to Frisco please?" Pete asked. "It'll cost you son!" "Aint got no money" "Who's taking money!" This was just history repeating itself for Pete who had just hitch hiked this far with a couple of other truckers - who said they were going to Frisco but at the café stop said they weren't so he'd have to get another pick-up. Pete thinking wh...
I apologize to my many faithful readers who've been urging me to pick up this story and write more chapters. I'm trying to get into the psychology of the characters which I rarely see in similar stories. I'd love your thoughts and insight--especially if your more of a Top and especially IF you are an Asian!!!! ----------------------------------------------...
Colonel Dieter Kielman, assistant to the assistant German attaché to NATO Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, leaned his long, rangy body against the frame of the open French door leading out onto the wrought iron balcony that he dare not step out onto. The Hotel Amigo, no matter how friendly and accommodating to the type of midday tryst he had come so willingl...
It was raining hard in Newport. Otherwise Sandy wouldn't have come to his club to do his running that morning. Sandy taught sailing at the nearby U.S. Naval War College, and at his age—he was pushing forty-eight hard—he had to work extra hours to keep in shape. So far, running ten miles a day had helped keep him hard, but Rhode Island wasn't the best place t...
Thanks to those who've taken time to vote and/or send me words of encouragement. Are there any Asian studs reading this? I'd sure LOVE to hear from you! -------------------------------------------------- Saturday came all too soon. I had spent the past three days helping my roommate, Alex, pack up his things and load them in a small trailer he had rented...
Thanks to those who have written and encouraged me to continue this series. Some one voted multiple times and downgraded the results on my first twelve chapters which discouraged me. But, having two Asian tops write and ask that I continue has been a source of great motivation! Let me know if you like the direction this has taken! --------------------------...
It was a rainy Tuesday evening. Mark Böhm, a young investment banker at J.P. Morgan, just got home from work. A busy Wall Street guy like Mark never makes his own dinner so he decided to order something from one of the restaurants in his neighborhood . That evening he called his favorite Chinese restaurant. He didn't like Chinese food that much though. Absen...