The day had finally come. I'd soon be moving into my newly refurbished house, according to the contractor, Mr. Gorton. Well, hopefully it really would be done this time. Mr. Gorton or Marty the malefactor as I sometime referred to him, had promised that everything was finished and done exactly according to my specifications. According to him, all that was le...
It was a mid-February evening and a major snowstorm was hitting the Montreal area. It is the sort of evening one should wisely remain at home to cuddle in front of a fire with someone special. It certainly was not a night to go into town. I still do not know what exactly compelled me to want to leave the comfort of my apartment. Maybe it was the fact that...
Don't Call Me Pantyboy I couldn't believe my ears. I shouted at my roommate: "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of wearing women's panties? Are you saying I LIKE wearing women's panties? I wear MEN'S briefs -- and they're COTTON!!" He smirks and says, "You know, John, teenage girls wear red cotton panties too!" I am apoplectic. My face as red as...
*All the usual rules apply. No part of this story may be taken or reused without the author's permission. Because I Say So!!* "Seven o'clock!" Rayne Wilde protested, in the face of Ant's frantic questions and Daniel Leland's silent, implacable disapproval. "You said I had to be back by seven and I 'am'! For Christ's sake, I dunno why you don't just lock me...
[Note: In the world of espionage a "velvet interrogation" is one in which the subject doesn't know it's an interrogation at all.] Chapter One: Chet "I think the camps possibly seemed worse than they really were because I was in a cushy environment one day and then in the camps and then back to a cushy environment. I suppose for those in the camps it wasn't...
I was a happily married 25-year-old guy living in a Monterey loft apartment with my wife of two years. Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship. I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplem...
I joined the agency two days after I graduated from college. I was heavily recruited for the position having been what my university called a scholar-athlete. What that meant was that I had very high grades in a rigorous academic program while participating in team sports. My 4.0 average in international studies with a minor in linguistics got me noticed by...
The Aquarius Grotto clinks with the many dishes and silverware as usual. The fine dining establishment is full of fine patrons as they enjoy their gourmet seafood. Jason pushes the bridge of his glasses up onto the front of his brown eyes while he wears his formal uniform as he goes along the trolley to collect the dirty dishes, and having a small smile from...
Final pieces are always the best and they live us hanging, especially this one. Welcome to the finale of the first part where you get to enjoy Miguel's beautiful journey. It might be really emotional at times and funny at others but never forget, Miguel has friends in higher places that you guys have no idea of. Anyway, I love you. Before I go into writing,...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...