Copyright © 2012 Flavian Chapter 1 It was something as simple as font size in a web browser that gave me my first clue that my loving wife of the past ten years might be unfaithful to me. As a financial advisor, I am paid to notice the details of my clients' financial situations. I recommend appropriate strategies for them to follow in order to meet their...
Intern-ship. Welcome reader. I hope you enjoy the following piece. Feel free to rate and comment when you get to the end. My mother taught me everything she knows. Yumiko. She and my father live back in Okinawa. My father is, was an American, but he is more Japanese now. He won't even speak English at home now that he has taught me what he could. He sa...
[Author's Note: Those looking for graphic sex will probably find this story pretty tame. But if you're interested in the exhibitionist fantasy of being forced to live your life in the nude I think you'll like this tale.] Chapter 1 A cool spring breeze blew over the congregation of people surrounding the open grave. It was an elaborate funeral and the grave...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
This is my 8th story about Joanie, Mike, and Philip. It follows the story "Joanie goes to Europe." I want to thank everyone who contributed feedback, and it is your feedback that encouraged me to write this story. ********** After our wild times in France, it was back to work for Philip, my banker lover, and we headed off to Zurich. Philip gave me the ch...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not a person jumping into a torrent to save another. It is the dozen who form a chain to pull them both out. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Ili...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my father, brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we h...
Author's note: Welcome to the second chapter of Two Thousand and Ten – the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...