I had just cracked another knuckle when Lydia, our neighbor from across the street, stuck her head in the garage. "Howdy neighbor" she said. I was muttering words I knew she would not approve of, so I responded with a gruff "Hey." "Everything alright?" she asked with a slight smirk on her face. "Yeah yeah, I'm ok, just busted another knuckle." "Maybe yo...
Shivering against the cold biting winds Morgan blinked back her tears as the casket was slowly lowered into the grave. The first snowflakes speckled across the tombstones was confirmation that Old Man Winter was about to spread a blanket across the cemetery as they laid Ben to rest. A week before Christmas, he'd finally given up the struggle against inoperab...
I've touched on this theme before, i.e., sexual addiction. You won't like Bill very much when you first meet him but give him a chance to grow, mature and become healthy. He's not such a bad guy after all. He gets his wakeup call from an unexpected source and turns his life around. Writing about sexual addicts allows me to include lots of really nasty and pe...
One of the greatest moments of my life was about to happen, as I stood just off to the side of my wife and watched the doctor deliver our second child, our first son. The head crowned and with a final yell and push from my wife, Traci, the Oriental baby came out of her wound and into the doctor's waiting hands. The room got instantly silent, except for the...
My very special lady, Catherine, and I returned from a lovely getaway to Sequoia National Park a few weeks ago. It was a wonderful getaway full of hiking and sex. My next door neighbor, Denise, joined us for a few days as well. It was the first time these two sexy ladies met, although they knew a lot about each other from stories I related to them. They hit...
Authors note: When I first started reading the works of one of my pulp fiction favorites, John D. MacDonald (Travis McGee, et al), I was fascinated with his ability to construct plots that were convoluted, and yet still not beyond the realm of possibility. Although he was known for his mystery/adventure stories, he wrote several other books, including an ear...
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown." TS Eliot "…Prufrock" Part I: The Book of the Grotesque When we arrived at the airport I found the sunlight that bathed the terminal halls claustrophobic. I put on my sunglasses and sought a dark bar in which Sel...
I stared at the page in disbelief, but there it was, plain as day; she had been giving him a blow job and while he was fully erect and enjoying himself, she had taken a zip tie and slipped it around his scrotum and pulled it tight but not tight enough to cause him pain. That didn't come until she had placed another around the base of his cock, then she tight...
This story is a work of fiction. That said, the universe is an expanding continuum in which time equals space. Probability dissolves. Possibility is reality. In that sense, it is a true story, of the past or future in the infinity of unknown time-space. * Chapter 1 Jane stared through the blinking of the wipers fending off the early morning drizzle. They...
When my partner, Dennis and I met our new team mate, we knew this was going to be an interesting engagement. We were transferred temporarily to a new office in southern California to help the local talent with some highly technical customizations of a specialized piece of software. We were assigned to three person office with Amy, the local sales person... t...