Introduction: Last summer I was contacted by a reader who enjoyed my writings as well as my style. She requested a story covering many taboos along with many of her fantasies. Our correspondence helped me gain insight into her desires. Likewise, she gained a bit of insight about this writer. One of my stories, "The Coffee Shop," turned her on with the thoug...
There were a lot of good reasons to be out this early, but none as wonderful as seeing this first Giant Swallowtail awakening, and John smiled as it moved. Magnificent, he whispered, in awe of this giant as it slowly unfurled it's Forewings against the sun's morning warmth. It was, as they always were at this time of day, lethargic and calm. "Papilio Cresph...
I hate dinner parties. But my estranged wife invited me to attend this one with her. I thought it provided an opportunity to reestablish our relationship, so I readily agreed. When I rang our apartment's door bell that Friday night, she answered the door with a small, knowing smile on her sweet face and looked better than I had ever seen her. In comparison,...
Jon stood by the doorway to the abandoned house that concealed his real home and watched the sun slowly sink down below the horizon. He turned his attention to the streets and the homeless beggars that ambled aimlessly. Marcus usually walked by at sunset to see if Jon needed to talk to him, if his mind wasn't too far gone that day. But Jon was in luck; Marc...
Rebirth. So oft talked about, celebrated in movies and literature. To be pushed again through that amnion and expectorated into life, refreshed and renewed. Was that what he was hoping for? That fateful night where seconds ticked by in acrid droplets that burned through the membranes of his memory. The one where his persona - that richly cerebral being, all...
Chapter 23 – ** 5:00 p.m. – on our way for our fitting? ** I was at the wheel with my girl Britt by my side. Kate and Gina were in the backseat of my crew cab pick-up, jabbering away while Britt listened intently, running her hand up and down the hard-on in my jeans. "...and it was so fuckin' hot when he came all over our faces," Kate sputtered on at 90...
** Late Thursday afternoon ** I was just thinking about calling it a day and heading for the barn when the Bluetooth jingled in my ear. "This is George," I answered. "Hi lover," Britt, my blonde bombshell lover, business partner and all-around heart-throb responded. "Sooo...I thought I'd fill you in on what happened since we last spoke. The delivery I got...
INTAKE It was a dark and stormy night. John Shaftsman's thumb was growing heavier by the minute as he plodded though the puddles in the breakdown lane of Route 30, also known as Conestoga Road after the wagons of the first settlers that set out west on this very road in search of a new frontier . Shaftsman was soaked, as God Himself seemed to be pouring b...
Ch. 2: David and Ainsley greet a new reality. Author's Note "An Artificial Life" is the first story I have written, an exploration of general-purpose artificial intelligence - how that might come about and what that might mean. As a new author, I was grateful and overwhelmed by the generous response and helpful comments, as well as the significant number...
This story was co-authored by Vandemonium1 and CreativityTakesCourage. Rather than go through the crap of having it appear in both profiles, we decided to set up a new profile for our joint works. What you can expect from WHAT'S THE WORST? It's a longish tale and we don't want to give too much away, but for any swingers, move along, there's nothing to se...