A Quiet Kind of Cool © There is no sex in this story. I hated the rain. I sat in the cab of the truck watching it hit the windshield and listening to it bang on the roof. It wasn't a nice soft summer rain; it was a gully washer. When the wind blew, I could see the sheets of water washing across the parking lot. It wasn't a hurricane, but it sure looked lik...
The tradition of the silent retreat as laid out by St. Ignatius of Loyola goes back 500 years in Western Christianity. The enforced silence can provide an unique opportunity for free or directed reflection by making space for the Spirit to fill. I would imagine that the forward thinking Church of England would be amenable to borrowing from the Jesuit saint d...
Dear Readers, I submit, for your reading pleasure, the next installment of Lyssa and Emmett's story. KemMyst ******* Rumors were rampant. Pack members looked at each other suspiciously. They all assumed one of the wolves came from Ross but there had to be another. Gates wolves knew the other had come from Foster. Family members, who were now part of othe...
Dear Readers, Happy New Year to all. Was just reading an older email - thank you for your encouragements. Chapter 4 up. Not much sex here but the story must move along. Enjoy this next installment, KemMyst ***** Lyssa's head was nestled in the strong shoulder of her mate. She stretched and felt him move beside her. His hand stroked down her side as she...
My name is Trey. I just turned twenty. I’ve been in and out of Juvie more times than I can count. The last time was for underage drinking, but that was back when I was sixteen. I’ve wised up since then. Sort of. I guess I just got tired of seeing my Aunt Maria so disappointed in me. Since then I’ve done everything on the downlow, but I wouldn’t do anything l...
Saturday night in Fort Worth offers plenty to do. Laurie’s my best friend and we love to go out and have a good time on the weekends. We’d decided to go out on the town and hit a couple of the country western nightclubs. Although Laurie’s deaf, she loves to dance and have a good time. One of the guys where Laurie works suggested we try a place called the Bla...
Author's note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Hear, see, speak is no exception. It's strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren't, not yet, but I'm quite sure that there's a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that...
(The following are true accounts of some of my more memorable sexual liaisons. All of them were to a certain extent unexpected, and all remain as vivid in my memory as if they happened yesterday.) * * * * * Chrissy was a friend of ours who had been staying with my girlfriend and me for some months, having come from London, where she was living. Chrissy, a...
Dear Mario, I hope you'll get this letter. In my heart I know you are coming to free me from Bowser, but please come as quickly as you possibly can! As soon as he threw me in this filthy cell he told me that he would keep me here forever, so he is not after a ransom. I do not know his true intentions, but from the vile lecherous look in his eyes, as well as...
We've all had our own little love stories. Our first kiss. Our first date. Our first time. What was your first love like? And, was it... Special? Awkward? Perfect? Or... did it go awry? Perhaps, you wanted it to go in a different way? Or perhaps, you've never felt love, only lust? This series of stories will focus on love. On companionship, friendship, and l...