Author's note: I started writing this a long time ago and enjoyed the way it was going (At least in my head). I've held off posting this first chapter because I wanted to get more done, but I'm curious to see if people are really interested in this story line before I go too much further. Please feel free to comment. I do read them. I also make an effort n...
Megan stands in the darkness, waiting. All around her, she can hear the sound of the audience--not quite silent, but expectant. She hears a few whispered conversations and some coughing, but for the most part, people are waiting patiently for the show to start. It really sinks in for the first time that they're all waiting to see her, and Megan takes a deep...
The sestina, a relatively older form, was invented by Arnaut Daniel a member of a group of twelfth century poets known as troubadours. These were basically court poets who would perform for French nobles basically composing the poems and singing to the noblemen. Their poems were always presented with musical accompaniment. Often the troubadours would comp...
Getting to Thanksgiving Ellen, Amelia and I were clustered in the temporary computer room in the rented house after sending Kathleen, Rya and Toni off to New York to gather intelligence about possible attacks on WIL, its clients and its staff. As we watched the screens, volume was up. The end of September was close and the big mutual funds were positionin...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
There was a cottage next to Jack's family home; it was an elderly gentleman that owned it. When Jack was at school, he cut the grass and did general tidying in the garden for Mr George, the owner. He was a pleasant and generous older man, he never forgot Jack's birthday or Christmas. Every week during the gardening season, he would give Jack a few pounds, wh...
"So there I was; ankles hoisted 6 feet in the air and securely strapped into the Cliterator 5000..." One voice, a woman's voice, spoke out from a circle of nine. "And, i mean, it was really giving it to me. Like, REALLY giving it to me..." All nine were sitting in chairs. One had a clipboard. "Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of fun..." The m...
An Appealing Proposition: "A Tribute to Being Single on Valentine's Day" I woke from the dream with a start, looking around my bedroom, empty but for myself and a few meager furnishings. Shaking my head slowly, I looked at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning, not an uncommon occurrence. Usually, when I woke at this time, it was because of someth...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor and no, I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit and yes, I su...
This is the second chapter of a two-part exploration of life on LUNA1, a permanent colony of Earth which was set up by a Chinese-Indian consortium to exploit Luna`s abundant He3 a vital fuel for fusion reactors on Earth. The central characters Sadie and Jorge work as miners LUNA1 but also serve as extras in VR porn, the colony's second-leading revenue genera...