Primary editing by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks. I've massaged the story since then, so any errors or omissions are mine. ***** Chapter 9 Making Progress "Andy," Fiona said as she wandered into my office. "Is this right?" She passed me her record of deposit on her January commissions. I shrugged. "I assume it is. We don't very often make mistakes...
This week could prove to be interesting, I thought to myself as I lay in bed after waking to the howl from my alarm clock. School was, for all intents and purposes, complete. I would pick up my wood shop project this morning and the rest of my classes would be devoted to saying goodbye to teachers and friends and signing yearbooks and the like. There would b...
Chapter 9 — Passing Through May 1974 April was giving way to May. Jim turned in his final project. He thought it came out well, and Professor Stark did, too. Final exams were looming. Jim knew that he was prepared and that meant that he would do well. His wrist was healed well enough to put him back on the Track Team. It didn't look good for a letter in...
An unexpected visitor stirs up memories of times almost forgotten. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> She sensed his presence, but there was no threat in his heart. Her voice was a cracked dry rustle, "You are not here to kill me. What brings a man into the high priestess's quarter's uninvited and unaccompanied by the official escorts?" The voice was young, "How did yo...
1. "Mommy? Who is he?" "He is the new gardener." "Mommy?" "Yes? Now what?" "I want him!" "You can't and you know why, now go back to sleep." "But mommy..." "Go back to sleep I said." I'm a drifter; I've been drifting around the land of the free, home of the brave for the last two years. Before that, I had a job, a good one, decent pay, great carrier...
When you are restrained in bondage, like I am now, you need to be able to let your mind wander. My arms are held up behind me in the T-bar forcing my head down so that I can only stare at the terrazzo floor between my feet. In this situation, letting your mind wander helps while away the hours. Thinking about being held in an awkward position only reminds yo...
After the night at James' apartment the previous quarter, I had tried to put all that out of my mind and concentrate on school and be normal. I did see James once on campus and he asked how I was doing. He hoped I had gotten a good grade on that paper I was writing when I met him at Jimmie's that fateful Friday night. He also said that if I wanted to earn so...
Gentlemen, think back for a moment to when you were eighteen, a pastoral mid-summer night on a sandy shore of a deserted tree-lined lake, the only light from the stars, the moon, and a fragrant fire on the beach. Now add the fact that you're a wee bit stoned, drinking some brews with your closest friends. It's been more than a month since high school graduat...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirteen. 1997. (March.) Gary, mid-twenties. The hotel, paid for by the client company, proved to be a plush affair although the receptionist informed me that the lift was out of order. She summoned a porter to carry my luggage up to the room, which was on the second floor....
1 "My place or yours?" I stood there shivering in the morning chill, growing increasingly aware of the heated developments now taking place within the tightening confines of my pants. Fuck, there was no time to waste. My cock was stiffening just in the guaranteed certainty that I'd soon have it buried deep in her wet snatch. I had to make my move and fast....