"You suck as a best friend!" Kim shouted at me. He was so pissed. I had gone and started dating someone and now I must be punished. I didn't understand. He'd dated for the entire 9 years we knew each other. "I look out for you, and this is how you repay me!?" He was actually kind of cute when he was mad. His fangs descended and he began to lisp. It only...
Zarafa Rio sprawled on her belly on a futon, her Titian red hair spilling off the top of the mattress onto a woven-grass tatami mat. Sunset bathed the room in a carmine glow that rouged her skin like petals of a dusky rose. A few thousand yards from her one-room bamboo-and-thatch hut, surf crashed against white sand that powdered the islet of Aitanu like sug...
A love story develops as two married friends uncover an unfair between each others' spouse. * Gazing out of the conference room window and taking in the late fall landscape of Jacksonville Florida, my sights are fixed on a Wren clinging to the railing. The falling rain is a formidable opponent. I wonder why this cute little bird has waited so long to seek...
Part 3 is named "A Night of Liberty in Perth,' and was written before we came up with a sequential numbering. ======== Back in the late 1990's I was a heavy user of AOL chat rooms and one night, completely out of the blue, I received an instant message from a Navy wife in Norfolk, VA. I was a naval officer at the time and my profile said that. Her name was...
Prologue: Being a submissive wife has its ups & downs. The hard part was the added responsibility. Kelly was a strong business minded woman. She worked hard all day as an office manager. At night, or on the weekends, she still had to work. A different kind of work. She was a sexual submissive to her husband, catering to his every need. It was a role she wi...
Dan loved 3-on-3 the best. It made his legs ache and his lungs burn, but it made him feel alive. "Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball! Ball!" he screamed ... an old habit ingrained from his nail-tough high school basketball coach to let his teammates know where the ball was located. Karey, the player Dan was guarding, was forced to take an ill-advised, off-...
Note to reader: This is pure fiction. All names are made-up and any relation to persons living or dead is coincidental. ***** As she sat down in her car at the pub, Marylou hiked her skirt to her waist leaving her hands free to finger her slit. While driving from downtown Los Angeles to foothills of La Canada-Flintridge, she re-lived the sensation of putti...
I had met her the first day I visited my future workplace, a small private English school in a non-descript town in southern Vietnam. While I was being shown around by the headmaster on a sunny Sunday afternoon, we also popped in a small room that had only a few kids in it. A young woman was holding a book in front of her, going over some material with the s...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Life gives you two chances to get it right; be who you want to be, or who you need to be. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer...
I parked the minivan in the last row of an army of pickup trucks outside "Scooter's Saloon". I like the minivan for surveillance because it doesn't attract much attention, but here, in this sea of symbols of raging masculinity, I felt a little effeminate; one big four-by-four dually in the next row even had a large, plastic scrotum complete with testicles ha...