A few years back, there was a popular country song about how songs could trigger memories for people. I remember thinking at the time how true that was, and could rattle off a dozen examples of how a particular song would stimulate a memory, usually involving either a woman or a meal ( I like to eat, so shoot me). I didn't really appreciate the song's messag...
Hot, sexy women in their time were Mimi Rogers, Angie Dickinson, and Helen Mirren Along the way to earning my degree in English, even though I did well in the courses and received A grades, I took a couple of screenwriting courses and learned enough to know that screenwriting wasn't my thing. The first night of class, the professor, who wrote all the screen...
In a green-tinted, black orb were reflected the streets of Silvermoon. A scrying spell, meant to show her the validity of that absurd declaration she had just received. In those crimson rimmed streets of marble and magic that she had once died for, the people she once called her own were now engaged in endless acts of debauchery. Proud blood elves crawled on...
I met my husband on a Monday night. He proposed to me on Tuesday night, and by Friday afternoon we were married. Early that Friday evening, I lost my virginity to another man while my husband watched. And now me and my husband, Ray, were looking for an apartment. As we looked through the paper, I mentioned to Ray that Carl, the man I lost my virginity to, sh...
Taking a seat at the bar I gaze across the crowded, smoky hotel lounge, my eyes searching. In the dim light I see a couple seated on high stools at a high table over in a corner. I make eye contact with the bartender. "Manhattan, please," I say, throwing a $20 bill on the bar. Returning to the couple, I focus on the woman. She is striking. I always notic...
Some of you knew, some of you may have suspected, but for those of you who had no inkling, I have been fighting a serious illness for the last six months. The photos that have been posted on my blog recently were taken New Year's Eve, when I dipped a toe back into my sexuality for the first time since the surgery last July. My sexuality had been dormant for...
**This is a direct sequel to The Best of Friends and resumes immediately as that story ends. To understand the events (such as they are) it is advised you read that force. Or don't, whatever, it's mostly porn anyway.** Leon stirred from his daze, his cock still throbbing inside Catalina's flooded snatch. The little goblin maid was resting her head on his ch...
Chapter Nine - Endgame May 1986 In the interview room at Scotland Yard Robert Fellows looked pale and tired and he was still wearing the clothes in which he had been arrested, minus his belt and shoelaces. His brief, a barrister paid for by Robert's father looked remarkably composed in his Carnaby Street pin-striped suit. He was rake-thin and effused conf...
You don't live in the CDZ without knowing three things. Blacksburg cops are little more than organized thugs with heavy duty bang-bang and itchy trigger fingers. The Network really DOES know everything you do. And sex is something best done in the open. The first two really don't apply to me. I'm a private investigator here in what used to be quiet Blacksbu...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. But please email the author at to request such consent. * * * * * Part 1 It was a night I wouldn't forget soon. It would change everything. It was a Friday. It started as many other 'non-work evenings'. On nights when we d...