Even the broken clock is right twice a day. The glass panel in front of the clock face slips beneath my fingers, like Dali thought to liquefy it right out from under my hand. My knees feel as though his brush found them as well, and the cruel quick-succession of shutter sounds are drowned out only by a stark staccato pounding in my head. Each white-hot ca...
The evening breezes are gently moving our bedroom sheers as we enter the room after putting Joy down for the night. Already, given the encroaching fall, the night is getting darker earlier and earlier and there is a hint of October frost in the air. We spent the day as a family driving in the country and stopping at country farms along the way to gather som...
It's been a while since I posted. Just for my readers, here's an elevator fantasy you can get wet ( or hard) too. ***** The long workday was finally taking its toll on him. He is leaning up against one of the steel walls of the elevator, trying to relax his stiff muscles. His eyes - dark, midnight pools with their own glimmering moons in the centers - lock...
Well, I got the job. I am now the assistant of TV actor Matt Steiner, star of the popular series The Single Life. I'm assuming the agency feels I can handle the incredibly mind-wobbling responsibility of this job: make him coffee, pick up his dry-cleaning, and, more importantly, pay his bills and run his errands. You can envy me now, girls! This is by no me...
Humpty Dumpty, whom we'll just call 'Humpty' from here on, if you don't mind... Anyway, Humpty wasn't exactly a popular fellow in Nurseryland. He didn't even have a girlfriend and never had! It was probably due to him being a very short, and very round kind of guy. In other words, he was an egg with skinny legs and a face as round as the rest of him. One thi...
You are reading a book at your desk in the study. I open the door slowly and peek in. Then I start to walk towards you. Your eyes leave the book and focus on me. You smile. I am wearing a skirt. I climb onto your desk and begin to give you a strip tease. I start to dance, squatting down and spreading my legs so you can see my kitty. I lift my shirt over my h...
--BIG UPDATE-- I realized, very recently, that I had made a big mistake while creating the story. This story is going to be inactive (until I can find a way to remove it from the site), but expect a new, very similar story to pop up soon! The ceiling is ugly. It isn't dirty, or anything, just the texture's weird. Or, more like, it looks weird. Like tiny mou...
We sit in silence as you drive. My hands are clasped together in my lap as I stare out through the windshield. I can see your hands, knuckles pronounced, on the steering wheel without turning my head. I swallow slowly. The sky is heavy, the air warm and thick with suggestion. The car turns off the road onto an unsealed track, driving through the trees, the...
It was a vacation from hell! Two of us guys at a tiny, empty and overly prudish British hotel in the Caribbean, having a boring week with no other hotels for miles. It was our last day and an unrelenting sun was making it brutally hot as we trudged back from a long hike on the beach expecting a boring end to a boring vacation. On the way my friend sees a gir...
This is something I wrote a couple of years ago. It's autobiographical, I wanted to compare different kinds of trauma and how we deal with them, or fail to :) The site it was originally posted to has gone west, so I thought I'd transplant it. Names have obviously been changed... "I can do this..." A mountain. A climber high on the mountain. Thinking. The...