Sometimes I feel like I live in Wal-Mart. I'm always there picking up odds and ends, whether I really need them or not. A couple of nights ago I was there to have some keys made, and could not find anyone on the floor to help me, in spite of the fact that the store was practically empty. I walked around for what seemed like an eternity before I finally spott...
Nearly thirty years ago, when I was 23, I worked for an Engineering Company in the English midlands. As I had a degree I was taken on as a management trainee, though I still had to get my hands dirty, and not long after I started the boss called me into his office and said he had been persuaded by a social agency to take on as a new employee a young man who...
What could I possibly say about Rome that hasn't been said or written before? It's hot. It's crowded. It's got people trying to sell you selfie-sticks wherever you go. Lots of buildings. Some of them pretty old. Lots of Catholic priests. Some of them pretty hot (but most of them pretty old). Honestly, most of the trip is a blur. Being herded on and off t...
My friends and I got back from spring break on that Friday before school started back up on the next Monday, so we could have a few days to relax. That evening, I went back to my place and crashed. I was surprised to get a call from Vinny, not Dante, in the morning about 11. He asked me to come over to his dorm early, about 6pm. He said he had a surprise f...
Daniel ran down the path to Mr. Lalonde's. Running in the heavy humid air meant he was soaked. Wet with sweat seemed to be the norm for Daniel these days. Daniel liked being sweaty for the most part, it made him feel like he was accomplishing something. His old, thin t-shirt was completely stuck to his torso. The shirt didn't cover his navel, there was no...
WARNING: This story takes place in the '80s. It contains elements of prostitution, recreational drug use, violence, both consensual and non, and a flagrant disregard for safer sex practices. If any of those things are going to offend you, you might consider skipping this one. 500 Miles was posted in three long parts. Rain Falls is posted in seven short ch...
Warning: This submission contains extreme violence and ends in a cliffhanger. If you can't stand cliffhangers, you might want to wait until after the next submission before you catch up. There is so much that happens in the next couple of chapters that it would be very difficult for me to avoid them. Besides that, I have a sadistic streak when it comes to to...
*Whelp. This makes things awkward. A wonderful thing happened to me, starting three days ago. Ladies and gentlemen and readers of indiscriminate or expanding gender... I... am on a JAG. Writer's block is as common and frustrating as fender-benders, taxes, common colds, headaches, insomnia, period cramps, and many many other things. But ladies, gents, et...
I tied the belt of the pink silk robe around my waist, took a deep breath, and knocked on Mister T's door. He'd told me to knock on his door at 10 o'clock, and I waited until the last possible second. "Come in!" I heard him yell. I wasn't surprised to see Billy there. It did surprise me to see what he was wearing: a shiny, black leather thong. When he turn...
Disclaimer: I know I said I wouldn't do sequels anymore, but "My Subway Angel" got such a good response from you guys that I was inspired to write more on Doug. And hey, who knows, if I get good feedback on this, I might be further inspired to at long last finish my "Learning the Ropes" story. Tell me what you think. ___ "My name is Doug, and I have breast...