This is more a collection of images than a story, ones that happened to have been fermenting in my mind this morning. They will, no doubt, be incorporated into and taken further in my actual, narrative based tales... * I was now quaking in both fear and excitement. My legs were beginning to dig into the concrete floor and I could feel the imprints that wou...
Arriving shortly at his apartment he moves to the door unlocking it. Opening the door he moves in out of the heat walking to the refrigerator he opens it pulling out a cool soda. Popping the top on it as he walks to the table he sits down sipping the drink. He thinks about the choices he has given his new toy. Rising once more he moves to the shower swiftly...
The following is the ending of a story I wrote for my book, In Loving Color, but I've decided to go with a much different story line, a much more hardcore one in fact, so this one is no longer needed. Even though it doesn't have any of the story details and character development found in all my other stories, you pervs should still enjoy it. * Veronica op...
I sat in the waiting of the dermatologist trying to avoid looking at the receptionist. She wasn't particularly cute and her outfit wasn't particularly sexy, but she had a nice small and a pair of boobs, and I hadn't seen a woman in seven days, except the girl at the drive through at McDonalds on the way home from my trip. I went backpacking with some colle...
Her vision was grey, like a bleak sky. It hung there for a split second of obscurity and then faded into clarity. Ailis' focus returned to her from a dream she could not remember. Wild music drummed from above. The wooden ceiling underneath the Spiral Decent tavern revealed itself in its mundane predilection. Cracked and worn from the heavy movements above,...
Here is the story that disappeared entirely without a trace from my computer the night before the Boston Marathon last year. It was originally called 'Solo Midnight Running,' and I've had to re-write it from memory. The two pieces of music referred to in the text are: 'Discover' by Nigel Good (original mix), and 'Fuck You Lady' by Macaco Bong (live studio)....
Author's note: This is my first submission and I've got a bit of stage fright. I'm posting three chapters of what I hope will be a long story. Because my story stretches the imagination a bit, I'm uncertain about what tags might be misleading. I enjoyed writing about Art's adventures and I hope you enjoy reading about them. I appreciate all comments: good,...
The waves crashed against the jetty. The same waves, Marla reflected, that might have crashed against the Gibraltan shore on the other side of the straits, waves that were as much Atlantic as they were Mediterranean. Each wave fierce and restful at the same time, built up slowly and steadily out at sea to break sometimes on themselves and sometimes against t...
The blowing air overhead made it easy to daydream. Stan began to map out his plans. First he would pick up his bags, ride the shuttle to long-term parking, and try to find his car. If the weather reports were correct, his car would be "hotter than hot." He chuckled to himself as his thoughts drifted to Carol. "Now, there's a woman that's hotter than hot."...
Thanks to all who gave your favorable responses to The Questionnaire. I am going to try to continue this in the only way I know how. * * * * * I spent the next three days riding through the countryside and trying to collect my thoughts about what had happened to Janet and myself. I felt sorry for Josh and Betty because of the kids. I didn't know how that...