I saw her coming toward the plane after I had secured the cooler in the rear seat. She couldn't be my angler, I was expecting a man. She was definitely headed for the plane and was carrying a rod case and a tackle box. She walked up and stood in front of me. "Are you Captain Tag Gordon?" "I am, and you must be Mack Anniston." "Correct." "Here, let me stow...
I was still getting used to being on my own. My wife and I had divorced almost a year ago and when she packed up and moved out, it was the first time in many years that I had no one else to think of as I planned whatever it is that I would be doing. I had been in a funk recently but could feel that time had begun to work its healing magic and I was getting r...
"…I had to re-arrange their faces and give them all another name… B. Dylan "Desolation Row" Prologue: Regret My wife – she divorced me around 20 years ago. It's not something I tell many people about. Why make myself seem even shittier than I am? Plus, I really don't like going into the story for someone else's amusement. On the ot...
6:35AM on a Thursday morning, and I was in a strange city for a conference. Granted, it was nice to get away from the office for a few days, but I certainly would have preferred to spend the time away from the office with my baby girl. By sheer luck, I had been given a hotel room overlooking a park with a large lake, connected by a short, narrow river to o...
"You taste amazing!" "What?!" I laughed. It just seemed like such a weird thing to say, like my vagina was pumping out high-test chocolate or well-vintaged wine. And my husband, he wasn't exactly a foodie. His idea of a great meal was a steak or even a pizza. I hoped that I did not taste like a pepperoni pizza, though I could more readily imagine my husband...
Chapter 5:Leather Night and Milking Contest at Mother's OTHER Place The final chapter about Goddess Nyx, Sweet Cheeks, and their Vegas Reality Check: It's been a LONG weekend – from the sizzling hotel scene, to Sweet Cheeks' striptease, the Long Dong Contest and the Erotic Ballet at Mother's OTHER Place. Power, Submission and the Blue Tattoo indelibly stamp...
It's my 18th birthday and I'm stuck home today. I have a temperature so I can't go to school until I'm well. I don't take much time off from school. I'm studiously preparing for college so I don't have the time or energy to fuck off like my peers do. I never realized what tripe was on television during the day but now I'm forced to watch television, until m...
I sat down at my usual stool at Kieran's, an Irish style pub in my neighborhood, and I naturally expected to order my usual Harp's or Guinness, from my usual bartender, Kevin Murtaugh, a gruff, but otherwise likeable fellow always willing to lend an ear. That was not what happened, of course, or there wouldn't be a story to tell. At any rate, there I was, wa...
Chapter Eight: The Little voice in her head Ella sighed happily as the warm shower water cascaded across her skin, running in little rivulets across her warm flesh. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement. Today was the day. Her screen test... Maybe it had been a mistake to have spent the night with Roger and Barry again. Perhaps she should ha...
Cold, too damn cold. Why am I doing this, I asked myself. Because I'm a fisherman, I answered. Fuck that, I ask myself, why the hell aren't you fishing in Hawaii or Mexico where it's warm? Because I'm a fucking crab fisherman and right now, the crabs are in the Bering Fucking Sea. Well, says the genius in my head, you're not too damn smart, are you? Got that...