Tina felt like the headset she was wearing had become a chain. It had been fun at first, sitting on the phone and talking dirty to anonymous men, knowing she was getting them off with a slutty voice and filthy language. But then, the calls seemed to take on a pattern. Typically she spent most of her time screaming “oh yeah baby fuck me in my ass” to men whos...
Serena and I rushed down Highway 168 heading away from Norfolk toward Nags Head, North Carolina. Normally we would be working for a late afternoon photo shoot, but there were rainstorms in the area and we expected it to start raining sometime about midmorning, so instead, we went for an early morning shoot. I had picked Serena up at her motel and was explain...
William Hagen met Ada at the top of the gangplank up to the deck of the Ada George. The two were still hugging tightly when Ada's son, Daniel Raven, puffed up the ladder and put foot to deck. "I see you've found Mr. Hagen," Dan said dryly. "He wouldn't stay home, and if it hadn't been for him, this wouldn't have happened—at least as quickly as it did." "Go...
A sudden movement made Richard quickly snap his head around to the left, but it must have just been the wind moving a branch. Then as he turned back in the direction he was walking his face turned directly into another overhanging branch which promptly shed its load of cold water down the neck of his jacket, making him cry out a mild curse. He had at last de...
Hi everyone. There is no sex in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife for her help with this story. Her insight has kept me in the realm of reality. Well mostly. One little aside here. Recently I made a comment about Anonymous Andys. I meant to chastise those that write comments anonymously, denigrating my stories and me for writing them. I have no pro...
This story begins with an introduction and enlistment into the United States Navy. I boarded the bus in Bradenton, Florida that would take me to Tampa, Florida. From There I would receive my final physical and swearing in as a new member in armed services. My last night of freedom was a very short one. I got together with a few guys that I met previously and...
I'm the worst kind of FaceBook Friend you can imagine. Yup, you heard me, I'm a devil. I have multiple identities and they are all complete lies. I am not at all what I appear to be; shock, horror, I hear you say. Every identity, every address, everything I assert is a fake. I lie about everything, literally everything. I can be controlling through my pret...
On Friday I spent the first part of the morning on the phone to my agent, Diane, on the web ordering materials, researching exhibitions and news – generally admin time for "what next?" By 11 I was done, and was nursing a large mug of coffee as I wandered out into the garden and had a chat with Ken and Steve, the gardeners. Early summer and the garden was lo...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Adam folded his trousers and hung them in the wardrobe. Collecting his belongings from the bedsit where he'd been staying and transferring them to his new home had involved three round trips and occupied most of the morning. Anne had been very kind and unfailingly patient, skilfully negotiating the traffic on those journeys between Attleton Market and Woodch...