Adam sat in front of his laptop, listlessly viewing one site after another but not really settling to anything. He'd checked out that new story on the Female Desperation site which Barnaby had told him about and, whilst good, it had failed to engage his interest in quite the way it should have. It was a Saturday morning and normally they'd be doing something...
"Take them down, Stuart...like the shameful little boy that you are!" Stuart couldn't believe Dr. Townsend was talking this way. And right in front of Moira, too. She looked horrified at Stuart's therapist, a muscular silver haired, pinstriped John Forsythe look-alike--yes, he looked very much like Forsythe's "Blake Carrington" character on Dynasty. Dr....
Rebecca knew exactly how fantastic the turkey leg was going to taste. Bela the groundskeeper brought the unusually plump bird in early in the week, and Magda the housekeeper had labored days preparing, seasoning and roasting it to perfection. Rebecca had fasted three days in preparation for the test, and her stomach growled, anxious for her mouth to devour t...
King Chisulo looked out over the balcony on the stately gardens surrounding his palace and sighed. He had received yet another report through the papers that his only child and heir, Crown Prince Adebayo, was spending increasing amounts of time with his new crush, the racing driver, Ashton Speed. Chisulo was a liberal thinker. He did not have a problem that...
The story takes place in Egypt during the 18th Dynasty. The places are real as are some of the characters. Hepshetsup, though a woman, was Pharaoh of Egypt at the time the story takes place, around 1430 BC. The Festival was real and did take place annually at the Temple of Mut in the Karnak Temple Complex, across the Nile River from the Valley of the Kings....
I cut the lime for our Tanqueray and Tonics as she stands at the kitchen sink, snapping the ends off the asparagus she is preparing for dinner. She's changed from her office attire into a sleeveless cotton dress, pale blue, the color of her eyes. Her sensible sandals have a modest heel, neither flat nor fuck me, but with a slight lift that accentuates her ba...
I have a maid service that comes in once a week. I found that the firm I have been using was been getting sloppy. The maid wouldn't come at the time advised, the work was rather slap-dash and their prices were being jacked up. So I went looking for a new service. Found one that seemed OK and engaged them to come on a Friday morning for a tryout. I was on th...
August 6th 1808 Antoine Laveau was drenched sweat. The oppressive summer heat had been steadily increasing all day and now that it was approaching late afternoon the full blast of the Louisiana sun baked everything in sight. The air, thick and still as hot molasses, was deathly silent. No sound could be heard over the steady monotonous hum of cicadas buzzin...
Following the morning repast, I was granted a much-needed opportunity to relieve myself, then forced back into the same position on that appalling torture device which masqueraded as a chair. Surely, I had been subjected to many atrocious and unprovoked torments since my arrival at this mysterious abode, yet for some reason the feeling of being violated ther...
Author note - Here is "Chapter" 1, (after the first two intros) of My Life in a Year. You might want to read those first to catch up, but at this point, not needed. Enjoy, and send me feedback! January 3rd, 2005 Dylan roared up the side street, the sounds of his mustang reverberating off the rows of houses. It had snowed the night before and the grass a...