As I look into his leering, aged, wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs, and sneers, and says "Of course, dear Son, Where do you think you came from in the first place?" -Harry Chapin, "The Mayor of Candor Lied" It was the Brockways who gave Bill his first sweet taste of Christmas, and it came not a moment too soon. He would not know their name until...
Chapter 1 110º. Thank god for air-conditioning, Anne thought. West Texas. Flat stretch of endless desert and burning blue sky. Rest Stop Cafe. Red neon sign to the right. She pulls in on the gravel lot. Sign in broad window says, 'Enjoy a hearty meal in air-conditioned comfort.' Not many customers. Anne takes a booth and orders a turkey sandwich with salad...
Chapter 19 Paul was very sure he had made a mistake. One beer had become two, which had become three, and by the time the owner of the tap-house had (politely) asked he and Sean and Kristopher to leave, he was only vaguely aware of his surroundings. Yes, he thought, trying to focus on the high priestess through the pounding in his head and the roiling of...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
This is a long tale in seven parts, meant to be read at leisure. Part 1 I was deep in thought as I strode down the hallway to the office restroom, grappling with the morning's problems...the little, unexpected bureaucratic ones that always seem to crop up each day. I was so engrossed that I almost didn't see her, a slim – though very curvy – African-Americ...
The following story is a work of fiction. Science fiction, to be precise. Any resemblance between characters in the story and any real persons, living, dead or waiting to be born, is purely coincidental. In my little world of the future, there are no unwanted pregnancies or sexually transmitted diseases unless having them would be a convenient plot device...
Author's note: This story is intended as a two part series only. However if there is enough interest I may add a third part, as I have left a few open threads in the storyline. W ------------------------------------------- The sharp rap on the door as the brass knocker banged urgently echoed down the corridor causing Jeff Lake to raise his eyes from his j...
This is a LONG story. If you don't like long stories or stories driven by plot and characters rather than just sex, you might want to skip this one. -------- ---------------- Disclaimer: The following story is a work of (hopefully) erotic fiction. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, please stop reading now. Any resemblance bet...
The doorbell at the Melor place rang twice. The two punctuating pushes of the button conveyed persistence, but not impatience. Without word, the caller declared both "you will answer," and "I will wait for it to happen." Ronald Melor got up from his breakfast. Oatmeal and toast would cool rapidly, and not be very good cold, so he would have to be brief wit...
Author's Note: This story is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it (this means you). I chose to submit this whole story at once, since my only complaints to some of the better stories, is that I have to wait for the next chapter(s). The sex is at the end if you don't like the plot. This story has been re-submitted for m...