First and foremost, thank you readers for being patient with me. I had some bad luck late last year, with my laptop (a virus and then it decided to die) I was grateful I had backed up my work! Keep an eye out for additional chapters of Help Me and The Fighter- I'm putting some finishing touches on the next chapters and will be submitting them as soon as poss...
I want to thank faithful reader Noel for helping me work through a serious writer's and making suggestions for this episode of this story. Thanks, Noel, I appreciate it. ***** From Part 4 The police officers looked at each other and then at the waiter. He was a handsome young man. Dark colouring, tufts of hair peeking above his t-shirt collar, bright toot...
Readers will be glad to know that after an episode without any sex, sex eventually appears in this piece. ***** Chapter VIII John Pitsmoor arrives in Italy John Pitsmoor arrived in Trabizona at the beginning of October. He was welcomed by Luke, who introduced him individually to each member of the chorus at the Teatro Musicale. Luke was anxious not to cre...
Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback and encouragement. I am still working out length, and such. * Gabe He was cute, rugged but cute. I only had to deal with the Mommy and then I would get a chance to hear his voice. Low, I figured. His voice would be low and a little bit gravelly. Then Rob, the store manslut, had to do his nightly flirtation-rot...
I haven't written for quite some time. I will now reveal why. I left off with Sarah and I anxiously preparing to pick Steve up from the airport the next morning. However, Steve called with, for me, devastating news. He had been offered a cannot refuse contract to remain in Paris at least two years. It was at a very large and prestigious fashion house with a...
"Tyler." He is holding out a hand. He is standing right in front of me. I had no idea he was going to stop where he did. There was this flash of beefy legs going from left to right, and then, well, he stopped. I slowly looked up from the book was reading. I always bring a book to the laundromat to pass the time...and to not look so lonely. For a split secon...
Reader alert: this is not an erotic story I am conflicted about publishing this story. I do not mean, in any way, to trivialize the horrors a man like Julius would have dealt with. The idea came to me when I was half asleep, on a plane coming home from a meeting. I tried several times to tell it from Tom's point of view but I couldn't make it work. I am a...
Dear reader: A political satire of "woke" white people, particularly woke white women. Definitely not to everyone's taste. Intended to be humorous. Skip if offended by the notion of a white gal mind-controlling her white boyfriend to service a black dude. But quaff heartily if the idea gets you hot. Adam ********* SCENE 1 [Setting: A spacious but d...
I had travelled down to King's Cross station alone to start my new course at the Slade school of Art. I was delighted to have been accepted and was keen to start the fine art work. My favourite aspect was figure or life drawing and sculpture and my teachers had praised my mastery of paint as I depicted both male and female forms with no clothes on. I was goo...
Happily Trudeau was not completely serious when he told me there would be more sex than work on my book in his home. He was fully professional in the art of creating first-class novels. What was true, though, was that my work was taken completely apart and put back together again. And, although he was blunt with his critiques and was a hard task master, Trud...