Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend is a well-known piece of "fakelore" in the New Orleans French Quarter. Tour guides who tell a good story can get a larger tip by pointing out the home of the vampires who cheated death in Louisiana's electric chair and escaped from their family crypt in St. Louis Cemetery. I've been writing about the Carter brothers...
Funerals aren't so bad. I can zone out of the soft soothing words from the pulpit and grab an open eyed nap, with the heady scent of melted candle wax, wood polish, and that rich smoky incense at the Catholic shindigs, gently teasing my senses; as I try not to snore, or dribble. Being of no fixed religion I limit my visits to houses of worship strictly to wh...
She knew as soon as she laid eyes on him. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was; his thick-as-a-carpet jet black hair, his square jaw, his dark green eyes that melancholically drooped at the outer corners, the shiny purplish shadows below them, his full well-defined lips, the way his sweater stretched taut across his chest or just the way he looked at he...
Josie is on the bed, ready for fun. She's looking up at me, on my side, smiling her smile. Why she's on my side, I don't know. Is it my scent in the bedclothes, familiar to her after just a few months? I know her scent too, or should I say her scents? There are many. When it's Sunday morning, we're sleeping in, I spoon into her body. She nestles back again...
Jake was a freshman. He had arrived at college a week early for orientation. But over the past two days he had became increasingly bored. He had became fast friends with his roommate Tyron but he seemed much more laid back than Jake was. So on Tuesday Jake made his way down to the gym. He was going to go work out downstairs in the weight room but before he...
I have debated over writing down my stories for quite a while. As a military man who has been stationed overseas for most of his career I have many stories to tell...and a great imagination to help me take part of the truth and make a good fantasy out of it. This one is, however, a true account of how I was cuckolded by my wife/ex-wife. We have been separate...
When I get out of the car my legs immediately protest the four hour drive I've subjected them to. My eyes are tired, my legs ache and my stomach is in knots as I slowly walk across the motel parking lot in search of room 117. "More than a couple of hundred miles for this?" I mumble to myself as I pass room 101 in this Budget/Quality/Econo - whatever this co...
I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback! * * * * * The noise emanating from the Sea Maiden tavern was often the only thing heard throughout the warm, salty nighttime air of the docks. Gone were the bustling merchants and stone-faced city guards who populated the area during the day, retreating to the safety found within...
Chapter 4. Eva's Immoral Sole As she made up the bed, Eva remembered all the dirty little things she had done above and below its covers the previous evening. She had been caught masturbating in the room by its occupant, a 30-something businessman who was staying at the hotel overnight. Eva had caught a glimpse of a porno mag on the chair under a pile of...
I met Amanda outside Steve's flat. Although I was her ex-boyfriend, we had stayed good friends - unlike Steve. Their breakup was fresh and angry. As Amanda didn't have a car, I'd agreed to meet her at Steve's apartment when he wasn't in to help her collect her stuff. And, let's be honest, now she was single again, I was hoping that one thing might lead to an...