Sonya propped herself up on her elbow, watching the woman laying next to her sleep. She had a triumphant smile on her face, recalling last night and the culmination of weeks of pursuit. Julia even accepted the challenge. She must have thought she was safe from Sonya. Shielded behind her husband of 30 years, her children and grandchildren, her professional p...
PREFACE The following scenes and conversations take place aboard an alien spacecraft, hovering in one of our Southern states over a small university, The Florida Universal Center for Knowledge, (FUCK U). It is early Friday evening and the spacecraft has rendered itself invisible by applying a visual-scrambling technique to bend light waves that is unknown o...
“Oh, come on, Frank. She would be great. Trust me.” I listened to my wife, Geri, over the din of the TV. I didn’t really want to talk about my work; I had finished for the day and was looking forward to a nice quiet evening. But once Geri gets a hold of something, she rarely lets it go without a fight. “You know it’s really not my decision, baby.” I replie...
His name now was Bat not Bart. In 33 years he never cared for the name Bart, a diminutive of Bartholomew. By shedding one consonant, a little consonant for sure, not even a full sized one like b, d or k, a buxom, long-legged woman with a most pleasing disposition handed him his new appellation. Resorting to sloppy penmanship he even wrote Bat Masters instead...
I had just finished my graduate work in education and was starting my student teaching. I was assigned to an amiable fortyish heavy-set Japanese American woman, named Mrs, Kanagaki, who was a whiz at grammar. I thought, this will be great. I'm crappy at grammar. This just what I need. But after attending her class for only one day, I found out there was a ch...
I sat on the front porch of my modest, two-bedroom home at 5937 Wilmington Drive, enjoying a glass of delicious ice cold lemonade, as I watched the neighbor girl across the street getting out of her car. She was twenty-three, had shoulder length, auburn brown hair, a nice slim waist, and long, lovely legs. Though I was not certain of her name, I had reason t...
ONE When former champion ballroom dancer Isobel Ballantyne was on the eve of closing the Ballantyne School of Ballroom Dancing in December last year, her youngest daughter Sierra returned home, wounded, emerging from her unexpected divorce. Sierra had fallen on hard times because marriage to an older and wealthy husband had landed her into a sumptuous life...
Like a previous story, this erotic encounter took place in the Scottish Highlands. This time I was on my own, on a four-day trek north of Kintail. I reached the bothy about 4 pm after a ten-mile hike across pathless moorland, and was pleased to find no-one else in residence. Not that I'm antisocial, but there's something special about spending the night in t...
Her Day began, much as Vaughan's had. Adriana was awakened with a phone call from the Vice President in her room. He had to laugh to himself at that. Sage was noticeably Latina and very much what he had come to warmly think of as Chica. The VP, Harvard Ph.D., VERY CAUCASIAN with a frosty tight One Per Cent asshole. She was a slender WASP of a woman in her la...
Every story I have ever written is true, at least they are at the moment the hands touch the keys. I know they are, they are written by those who live them. They all live inside me. Do my hands even touch the keys? Sometimes they don't, yet the words flow out of whoever I am at the moment. I flood the screen with drivel, tears streaming down my face, fear g...