We – or should I say my wife? – first met Charles at our company Christmas party. I already knew him, of course. I worked with him at the agency. He was a nice guy, charming, handsome... but our respective tasks rarely brought us into any sort of regular contact. I didn't normally give him much thought. I doubt he gave much more thought to me. It often tak...
This is a work of fiction and is entirely a product of my mind. Any failures of omission or commission are entirely my responsibility. ***** I don't know why the Kenny Rogers song ran through my mind at that moment, but they did. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em; know when to walk away and know when to run; you never count your mo...
Authors note: Hello everyone. This story was written for an invitational Author challenge set by BlackRandI. The theme of the stories all published together is Siren's Song and I hope I have touched on that brief with this story. Although set in the same town as another of my stories this story is about different people within the town, though you may see ca...
Fear isn't something I let control me. Sure, I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm kind of small for my gender, but I can handle myself. One on one. Being the target of a lynching had never crossed my mind until my girlfriend dragged me along to Las Vegas to attend a convention of the National Lesbian Alliance. I was thinking about this new-found fear when my girlfrie...
Beyond the Walls of Sleep, They Lie... Author's note: This is my entry for the 2019 Gothic Horror event, Beyond the Walls of Sleep, hosted by BlackRandal1958. I truly appreciate an opportunity to be included in this themed event. Thanks, Randi! I especially appreciate the guide to Gothic Horror written by Todd172 and shared by Randi. This isn't as dark as t...
Note: The following is a work of fantasy and is not intended to be scientifically or medically accurate. Many of the following scenes are not practical, safe, or even possible to replicate. Open your mind, suspend disbelief, and enjoy. 1: The Invitation We first met working in the library at the tiny university we both attended. On a typical shift I'd be s...
It was the darkest secret Ashton had ever kept and knew he had to tell his girlfriend. Candice deserved to know he was a poser and a liar. The couples only camping trip felt like a good time to him. They would be away from the regular world, lost in the woods and surrounded by their best friends. Ashton and Candice followed behind Jared and his girlfriend....
Thanks so much to my readers who are the reason that I write. And huge thanks to my editor Tccrusher, for his fantastic effort that makes this story shine. *** I was crouched in our clearing, the damp earth easing its way up through my toes, bringing with it a sense of contentment. I had closed my eyes so that I could hear the living sounds of nature aroun...
[In Chapter 1, readers learned that I had sought help from psychologist Dr. Lorraine Theriault. I was at the time a 23-year old, otherwise healthy male who could become sexually aroused but who was unable to sustain an erection when trying to penetrate a woman. Dr. Theriault, using unorthodox and professionally unapproved methods, was able to help me overcom...
(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.) I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese) I found it a little difficult to adapt. Well, at first at least. I decided I wanted to stay a li...