Saturday morning. No classes today. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and I had nothing to do. I grabbed my guitar and figured I would head to the park, play for a few hours, maybe make enough in tips to buy myself some dinner and have a drink or two. I found a quiet corner of the park where no one else was playing. When you play classical guitar, it...
My name is James Bowman but all of my friends call me JB. I'm a graduate student at a large University in the Midwest, currently working on my doctoral dissertation. I have always been the studious type, garnering awards and citations for my studies. I was my high school's valedictorian and earned my Bachelor of Science summa cum laude. Once I earn my PhD I...
(Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions. Special thanks to Jashet Hon and Candace. Their observations and suggestions made this a better story. All persons involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old.)...
From the moment I met Katy, I started looking at my life differently. I admired her so much. She was beautiful, and secure in her femininity, even powerful in it. Not that I'd never met other women who could be described that way, but there was something different in Katy. I think it was the way she looked at me. I could tell right away she was seeing parts...
This is a sequel to Rope and Veil. As with that story, any mistakes or misunderstanding of the issues facing PWD communities are mine and mine alone; and I hope I don't cause offence. A key element of the story was inspired by Pascale Honore, a woman with paraplegia. Use your favourite search engine. --ooo OOO ooo -- "Alex, take me down to the sand, be m...
Michael was about to cross the street when a van suddenly screeched to a halt in front of him. The side door opened up and four women wearing ski masks and tight fitting black clothes jumped out. He had just enough time to appreciate the way the way their knit tops emphasized their breasts before they were on him. Two of the women grabbed his arms while a t...
Wartime Britain had been a troubled time. Jenny had been sent away from her home in London to live with a family in Wales. Now she was returning home after nearly three years, back to London. It was not the same though; she had left a scared child of sixteen year old and was now returning a young woman of nineteen. London had changed, her home had been bomb...
Chapter 10 (The Account is Due) "Ally? Sammy...? You guys there?" Tommy said, "Yeah, Kenny, we're upstairs. Give us a moment...there's coffee on. We'll be down in a minute." "Okay," said Kendall, "Just so you know, Malsa's here with Lilly...Said she needs to talk to you." Surprised, he said, "Oh...Okay...I'll be right there." Still with the stinger in h...
What follows is our joint submission for the "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" challenge. Some of you who are older (ancient) may recognize that this submission was inspired by the classic Hollywood film "It Happened One Night." Which means that we changed the characters, swapped the sexes, seriously altered the plot, and wrote a whole new story, but we thoug...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting pain. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characte...