This is a series of stories I wrote a while back. These are all short and my goal was to get the reader thinking about what happens next. Think of it as audience participation... I appreciate your thoughts and comments...but please be kind. I find it interesting on Lit that I get lots of comments...some of them come directly to me and don't get posted. On t...
Chapter 13 - A Killer Christmas. December 25, 1986 - 0325 I awoke In my burgundy pajamas refreshed, re-energized, and very hungry. I don't know how I got out of my clothes and into pajamas. I had a feeling Naser had something to do with it. There was a Polaroid photo on Tam's dresser mirror frame. I walked to the dresser, the photo it was a picture of m...
"Will you at least turn out the lights?" I asked Mark. He chuckled then reached over to the lamp beside the sofa and turned it off. "Is that better?" he asked. The living room was darker, but the light in the kitchen was still on; we were now silhouettes sitting side-by-side, but I continued feeling self-conscious. When I remained motionless he said, "Y...
I was rather annoyed, to say the least, to be interrupted from my sleep that morning, on one of those rare occasions that I attempted to sleep in. Normally, I tended to be too eager to get things done to stay in bed and waste my day with idle semi-slumber. Then again, at this particular moment, I was overdue for some sleep, but I wouldn't get it yet. I was j...
Chapter Two. Richard gets rough. It had been a year since Richard gave me a job growing, preparing and hand making crisps. I felt so grateful that he had helped me out of debt in giving me employment. But even more so that he and I had adapted so well as an intimate couple and I had come to love him extravagantly He could never give me enough of it and...
It was 10am in the morning and that meant rent was due for my motel room. The place where I lived was in the seedy part of town next to railroad tracks, shuttered business' and vacant lots. My neighbors were an eclectic mix of hookers, coke whores and less glamorous degenerates. I went into the office and lazy-eyed Eddie was working behind the front desk,...
RICHARD: Sir Ruben sat on the throne, acting as King's hand. He wore the gold Borgion seal around his neck, staring down at his subjects. A number of King's Guards stood by in the throne room, being an intimidating wall of manpower that no one wanted to defy. Sir Leerwood approached the throne, bowing as he handed Sir Ruben a thick portfolio. "These are...
A New Career Opening For A Dirty Slut... I wake up naked in bed between two naked men. I can feel the closeness of their body-heat, the touch of their skin. I'm scared. Where am I? Who are these guys? I lie as perfectly still as I can. It's dark, I can't see far. Although the intimate warmth is already have an arousing effect on me. It doesn't mean anything...
Background: Mark and I are active, vibrant retirees in our mid 60s. We enjoy many activities, both together and separately. Each of us has a "Bucket List" of things we want to do. We are alone, but we aren't lonely. Even though neither of us has close ties to our families, we don't let that stop us from living our lives. You might think of us as Doc Blancha...
"Sin! Sinclair! Where the hell is that boy at?" The Master's younger son stood in the doorway with a scowl twisting his handsome face as he looked for the slave, but the beautiful young man wasn't among the servants and slaves hard at work in the kitchen. Stepping into the room, he cut a path straight to the head cook, ignoring the scurrying men and women d...