"Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour. Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour. The Magical Mystery Tour is dying to take you away, Dying to take you away, take you today!" San Francisco is a cool town. I've always liked it. During the cab ride up to the concert, my eyes drifted past streets and areas that hadn't changed much since my salad days when I was jus...
This story was my first try at the dark future genre. With the nomination of THE RUN for a year end award, there has been renewed interest in that story as well as requests for more. This story introduces several of the minor characters and expands upon the world. It isn't necessary to have read The Run to enjoy this story, but if you have, it will give you...
THO' HELL BAR THE DOOR Author's note: And apology. I've made a few mistakes in this story, despite trying to keep an involved story straight. First and most grievous is that I put the wrong age in for Bill and Debbie's daughter, Kelly. She was 17, not 16, at the start of the story. If and when I re-post I'll correct that. She's 17 and Bill and Debbie have b...
My wife knows me so well. She can predict where I will to take her out to dinner, for instance, though I've tried hard to surprise her. She has an instinct for when I need a little tender loving care too. She knows everything about my life...from fumbling flirtations with girls in high school to the angst of being passed over for a promotion I thought I dese...
The howl and shriek of the band onstage reminded her of several tomcats fighting over a bitch in heat. The three musicians were Andorran and making great use of their extra appendages to cover their strange instruments. Upon inspection, the instruments were unfamiliar to her and she wondered if perhaps another musical fad had come and gone while she was on t...
Tal'Marin stooped in the deep snow and carefully examined the ground. There were drifts up to her eyes or higher in places, but here under the firs the snow was not as deep. She was surrounded by the huge boles of ancient fir trees in a primordial forest that stretched away for leagues in any direction. The snow here was fresh, which was usually a help to he...
Chapter 6 Sexual Reminisces Illustrated version available on request to Author * Celia's Story Celia sat cross-legged and covered her pussy with a towel so as not to distract her listeners from the story she was about to tell. Joanna followed suit although not sitting cross-legged, she simply sat demurely, or as demurely as one can while nude and neithe...
The next morning I woke up in bed alone. I heard talking in the kitchen so I slowly rose and headed out without bothering to cover myself up. "Good morning," Renata beamed a smile at me from the kitchen table. She was sitting there in her robe with Carol across from her - fully dressed - each with a cup of coffee in front of them. "Oh jesus," Carol giggled...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
Wednesday 1900 hours She moved across the crowded bar with a feline fluidity that would have been called graceful or elegant on a pretty woman. With Margo the word most often used to describe her movements was lethal. She was a mountain of a woman; nearly six foot one and she packed nearly two hundred pounds of muscle on that frame. Her legs were long and h...