Author's note: This was my eighth trip to Europe. They say that the jet lag means less every time you fly the pond, but I don't think that's true. What I do think is that we learn to live with it, but that our bodies still feel it, every time. The focus is to be on one day, one day only. Here's the story of that day. * * * * * I woke up in a strange place...
He was a friend of her brother's. Out to dinner with a large group of his friends only a few hours after her flight had landed in Prague, feeling overwhelmed and peevish, she'd shifted in her seat and their knees had touched. There had been hastily mumbled apologies from both sides, a shared laugh at the over-politeness of it all and then he'd struck up a co...
Charlie She stands at the side of the stage, hidden in the shadow of the wings watching him perform. As always when he is on stage he is angry, spitting the words into the microphone, storming back and forth. The crowd is roaring, singing his words with him. The arena is large, with the roof closed the noise is contained and bounces off the surfaces, coming...
I walked through the deserted parking deck listening to the sound of my heels on the concrete. There is nothing to absorb the click clack sound, concrete and cars are all hard sound reflective surfaces, and when you are about to do something risky, your senses are heightened on full alert. The task ahead of me was a simple one, drive home naked. I opened the...
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The weather was finally warming, and despite being more of a cool weather person, I was enjoying the skin-tingling kiss of the sun on my arms and face. I had been for the past couple of weeks, taking my workouts more in the afternoon sun than in the morning sunrise. I was no olive blessed goddess, but my swallowed skin had become a little more like toasted b...
Amber lay prostrate before Fajulah, the Karwa group leader. Her mind is calm, that of a professional. She knows it's a tough sell. All she needs is a few hours to distract him. A few hours until her rescue and she can get out of there. "So, my child, why have you come to me?" "To join you," she says in the most timid voice she can muster. "And to fucking c...
Steve Gregg was a large man, and as such, most people assumed he was stupid. Most people looked at the craggy face nestled on top of his broad muscular shoulders and assumed 'typical jock, all muscle and no brains.' His quiet demeanor did little to dissuade most from the misconception they had of him. His job as a 'grunt,' a hard working laborer with a cons...
Standing on the porch slowly getting drunk on beer, I wander what would happen if I slowly started taking off each piece of clothing that I was wearing. My balcony faces one of the busiest streets in town, and on any one day there must be at least a thousand plus cars and trucks that go up and down it. Can you imagine how many horns would be blowing and...
I woke up chained to pipes in a dimly lit room that smelled of mildew and water. I felt the cold damp air chill my body, and I knew I was naked. My arms were bound above my head, and my legs spread wide with the aid of a metal bar fixed to my ankles. My mouth was gagged, and before I could struggle or attempt a scream, I heard a dark commanding voice from th...