I was going through some hard times recently. My job was cut during the recession and I was trying to get by on the meager unemployment check I received. It didn't help that I had a bit of a gambling problem. I was badly in debt but pretty much judgment proof so I didn't worry too much about it. Sometimes I would take my weekly check to the casino on the edg...
The frigid river water enveloping my body shocked the senses more so as my unsubmerged head remained exposed to the scorching midday heat of the central Texas Hill Country. The dichotomy of sensations provided welcome respite from the vigorous summer hike over the verdant hills juxtaposed around the Sabinal River. My comrade "hiker-in-crime", Howard, a cons...
About six months ago, my girlfriend broke up with me. We just didn't see eye to eye anymore. She also became uptight with sex, things eventually fizzed out. I decided to try some online dating. It did work Ok, I managed to go on a few dates with some of the woman I met online. Problem was, things just didn't go that well with any of them. They were either wa...
Chapter One: New Year's Eve 1989 There were four of them on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom of the Baccarat Hotel and Residence Condo building on Manhattan's West 53rd Street, conveniently located near the Broadway theater district. The caterers were downstairs in the living area doing last-minute preparations for Ted Sullivan's early-evening buf...
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July, 2013 I thought of it even then as my last fuck—our ultimate fuck, the farewell fuck—with Edward Teng. I still think of it that way even though, technically, it wasn't the last time he fucked me, even in a physical sense. He'd rehearsed me early that morning at his cottage, Munch Cottage, on the grounds of the Tanglewood Music Center in western Massach...
Note: This story contains incest. As my younger brother's best man, I stood next to Gary with a fake smile plastered on my face watching the ceremony as he married his long-time girlfriend, Lana. I was happy for them. Really. She was a great woman and I liked her. I loved my brother and thought that, for the most part, he was a good man who deserved this ha...
Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn't seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
[This is a completed, three-chapter novella, which will complete posting by 20 December 2017.] ***** I had waited patiently through three watered-down drinks in the downstairs club on Chelsea's 22nd Street, waiting for him to come out to dance the pole. I had glimpsed him coming out to do his number the last time I'd been in the bar. But it had been late a...