Author's Note: Many thanks and undying gratitude to Nelle1022 for proofreading, editing, providing invaluable feedback, and in general, putting up with my crap. ***** Sitting at the bar at my favorite watering hole on a Friday night, I was nursing the last of my drink and attempting to indulge in a little self-pity, but the argument going on at the table...
A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...
ROI: Everyone was so surprised that I was the first one out on the balcony this morning. In all honesty, I don't know what brought me here. Upon a second thought, burying my head in the pillows of bed seemed like a better idea but I couldn't leave now. The family was starting to arrive. Mother sat directly in front of me, at a loss for words. My sister and...
It has been quite a while since the last submission in this series, but now I am happy to present the third part of House-Sitting With a Homosexual. Eric and Daniel's homosexual experiences continue as they enjoy the brief time they have together. I hope you enjoy the story. ***** Daniel's stirring woke me as his warm body brushed against mine. My eyes flu...
Wednesday came, and the other two guys and I decided to give Carl the day off given that the airport he needed to get to was at least a two hour drive one way and Mary's flight was arriving at noon. The motivation behind the other two biologists in letting Carl go was not really that altruistic in that both had plans on getting home to their wives as early a...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...
Derrick Andrews sat at his desk as he had nearly every workday for the ten years he had worked at Trellis and Company. He was a systems engineer and made good money for doing work he felt a monkey could do at the business consulting firm. He made even better money for his employer. However, the work he was doing bored him to tears. In college he had been exc...
You fucking what!? Of all the things I supposed my new correspondent might say, that was not one of them. Do it again? Why? If this person was gathering ammunition to seek revenge on Nick or to use against me, did they really think I'd hand them more? Reply. I don't think so. Send. A few minutes later, another response arrived. It was somewhat more loquac...
This is my first submission, please be gentle. :) I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story: Jet Lagged. * I slowly open my eyes and look at the time. 1:14am. Of course. Because it was 6:14am in Casablanca. I would be up with the rising sun, possibly having coffee on the veranda right about now. Instead I...
Ethan "Stop thinking about him." "Huh?" My agitated shift in the carseat had guilt written all over it as I turned to my friend behind the wheel of the SUV. Sam squinted disparagingly at me then refocused on the road. "Nice try. Don't make me make you confront demons again, sugar. Mark is your past, thank goodness. Don't you think it's time you left him...