Hey folks...I just wanted to start out by saying thanks for another great year. It was a year full of changes and highs and lows. Among the highs were getting a lot of great letters and e-mails from you, telling me what you liked and even what you didn't about my stories. Among the lows were losing my long time editor and friend to health problems. But this...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my father, brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we h...
Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. 'Steve Wright's Sunday Love Songs' is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I'm not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both...
Labor Day weekend was coming up fast. I was really excited, Billy was taking me on a trip to Las Vegas. I had never been there before and couldn’t wait to go. We had a room reservation at the Bellagio from Thursday to Monday. I wasn’t working at the time, so I had no problem getting away. I was also still living at home, but since I was 18, and my parents ha...
Boston with its many old neighborhoods is as varied as its people. In the older seedier parts of town many people live and carry on in a world much different from the clinically clean and proper suburbs. On some streets there are rows and rows of the monotonous dark brick two, three, five or six story apartment buildings many exactly like the one next to it...
CONTENT WARNING: Like most of my stories this one is fairly long and plot-heavy (though to be fair, it's plenty smutty, too). It contains occasional racial epithets and some rough kink content that some may find uncomfortable, so reader caution is advised. Anything that might be construed as depiction of a real-life person, or subculture of persons, is ficti...
Again, thanks to Jezzaz for the loan of his characters. And I did research on everything I wrote, so if you're Catholic, don't be angry. I have no feelings for your religion one way or the other, but I do respect it, and I mean you no offense. And yes, the main character is a bit over the top, but sometimes that's what is needed. I remember Harddaysnight t...
"What the hell man? It's almost 9:30 and I asked you to be here before 9." "Mike, I had a good evening and I don't feel like hearing your crap. Be happy that I got here when I did. All you need to do is throw on some dirty ass jeans, a decent shirt and go! How hard is that?" "I'm about sick of you. You need to turn that attitude down or--" "Or what, Mike?...
Fate predestines two souls to love each other for an infinite number of lifetimes. That's the storyline of my last post, "Timeless." Most of the people who read it realized that it was a trilogy. But I was on deadline for a book in my day-job and Randi's closing date was fast approaching. My buddy RichardGerald told me to finish the damn story and I finally...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...