The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few o...
Spike hadn’t heard from Angel in quite some time. He had heard about the news of the divorce. He could tell by the sound of his friend’s voice that something was making him sad. So he decided to call Angel and they were gonna meet up at a bar. “So you and Darla are over?” “Yes, for the fifth time that you’ve asked me that. We are over.” “Though I don’t se...
I was sitting in my Bark-a-Lounger in the dark. I was sipping on a bottle of cheap whisky when I heard my door knob turn. I picked up my service revolver off the end table and waited. All too soon a shot rang out and the door around my lock splintered. I went into action. My name is Percy Holmes, Detective Perk" to my friends. I'm a homicide detective wit...
"Don't say anything," Warrick said, unchaining the door briefly and then closing it and sliding the chain home behind them. He'd heard the key in the lock before he was even undressed from work. "I mean it, I don't want to hear, well, anything." His voice was low, urgent, tired. He moved back into his living room without turning on a light. The only illumin...
I was watching an episode of CSI: NY when the doorbell rang. How rude was it to interrupt the best show in the history of TV? Grumbling to myself, I plumped my tub of ice cream on the table loudly and meandered to the door. I swung the door open, ready to glare at the person behind it, when I saw- right in front of me- the hottest, most handsome guy I had...
Act IV: Panties In the morning I awake refreshed, despite the fact that it seems as if the whole night through I've dreamt of panties: t-bars, g-strings, thongs, briefs, bikinis, hiphuggers, no-shows, and boy shorts -- mounds of the things piled high, a veritable smorgasbord of women's underwear, filmy fabric raining down from the sky like manna. The dreams...
This journal documents our sex life through the week, from Saturday to Friday. It is written and posted with my wife's permission. *** Saturday + Sunday Wendy and I can't do much on the weekends, with three kids bopping about. They always seem to be under foot. We hug and kiss in the kitchen, and the kids make their "yuck" noises, as teens are want to do w...
Thaddeus Black was listening to Earth, Wind and Fire while he drove. He slowed toward a red light but didn't stop nodding his head to the R&B music while watching the flow of traffic ahead. The red light became green and he turned left into a boulevard that was Amsterdam Heights. Amsterdam Heights was a conglomerate of 80's style deco apartment complexes p...
The end of the story. I part from these characters with real regret. It's been an experience for which I am endlessly grateful, most of all to Grandmaster dweaver999, il miglior fabbro, for creating these people and this world, and letting me into it; to Laurel and Manu for giving me the opportunity and the place to tell this story; and to my fellow authors,...