Dalia opened the door, "Good evening, Sweet Collette." Her brunette waves crashed over her right shoulder, and her smile was as warm as the heat that poured from the open door. She wore a floor-length red fur coat, trimmed with a black fur border, which was buttoned at the waist. "Good evening, Dalia," I cheek-kissed her. As I did, a woman came down the...
It is an indisputable fact that relations between the US President, Dwight D. Eisenhower, and Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev deteriorated dramatically in May 1960. The so called Cold War was at its highest at this time due to the capture of Francis Gary Powers. The American pilot had been shot down in his CIA U2 spy plane in Soviet airspace and the consequ...
You sound breathless. "Hello James," you slur. "Hello Mrs Gerrard. Where are you?" I ask. "Are you alone?" "In my kitchen. It's early afternoon, it's really hot outside, a fine Pennsylvania summer's day. I've got the air conditioning on. I spent the morning gardening. And you?" "I told you. Germany. Berlin. It's night, dark, pouring with rain. I can't b...
Kerstin ist 32 und seit vier Jahren verheiratet. Glücklich verheiratet? Na ja, es könnte schlimmer sein, aber so richtig glücklich ist sie nicht. Sie hatte halt auch geheiratet als ihre Freundinnen geheiratet hatten. Frank war nett, sehr nett sogar, zuvorkommend. Sie hatten regelmäßig Sex, nicht oft aber regelmäßig, etwas alle zwei Wochen, nur: einen Orgasmu...
JFK Airport, July 2018 “We need a doctor!” a woman screamed as she ran out of the bathroom. The pair off officers from the Port Authority went to check on the screaming woman. She led them into the bathroom and pointed at another woman passed out on the floor. The first officer called in a request for medics on her radio while the second was about to check t...
17 April 1922, Berlin Three riding crops were lined up in a row. Two cat o' nine tails next to them. A leather mask and bustier. Cuffs lined with mink. On a raised dais was a daybed draped in red velvet. Candles flickered in sconces on the walls. Fierce heat from the fireplace. It wasn't your typical showroom, but then Ingrid was a master--or rather, mistr...
Author's Notes: Here is the second part to the Post Human series. If you haven't read the first one yet I recommend doing so, otherwise this will probably make little sense. The main driver for this story is still world building. It is supposed to set the stage for future events, expand the fictional world and reveal more about the different human societies...
Epilogue Ten Years Later. "You didn't exactly converse with the gods," said Trixie testily, angrily chopping the cocaine on a mirrored coffee table with a razor blade. "More they commanded you and you had nothing to say back. If you did, I'm sure they'd have ignored it." Kat sighed. Removing her coat, she sat beside her true love and grabbed the chopping...
This is something that happened when I spent a week working in Berlin. I spent Monday through Thursday working but I had the Friday off. While I was there I had been complaining a bit about having a stiff back to one of the German girls I was working with she gave me the address of a massage therapist. I thought why not and called to make an appointment for...
I have often been called a mean-spirited man. An arrogant bastard. An inconsiderate prick. A ruthless psychopath. A madman. A wannabe god. A few screws lose in the head. Yes, I've been called all that and a few other colorful terms that I shall not mention. Maybe it's because I don't think much of the world and the men and women in it. Men are bad. Men are v...