This is a work of fiction, and a collaboration between me and my fantastic husband, Brian. I wrote the first part, and Brian contributed everything from the beginning of the Bahamas section to the end of the story. I did my best to blend the two parts together as seamlessly as possible, but if the story seems like it was written by two separate authors, that...
And that was the status quo. We took some holiday vacations together. I met her folks and she met mine, but as far as they knew we were just friends. Sometimes, she or I would have a boyfriend. Rarely at the same time. Sometimes, she or I had a girlfriend. Only once did we manage a foursome. Male female female female. It wasn't that great. But, no matter who...
I lay there in the cold room, with my blanket covering up my lower half, up to my waist. The fan spinning on high is the only sound in the pitch black room. I lift up my left wrist as best I can, and I click the 'Light' button on my watch. [3:46] I click the off button, and I lay my head back down. It's been two hours since I fucked these girls, and I kno...
Thanks to Waratah for his assistance. 'Back of Bourke' is Australian slang for 'the middle of nowhere'. Bourke does actually exist -- it's a town in New South Wales. ~~~~~~ 'You claim you want to meet a man, and yet you dress like a fifty year old lesbian,' Kerry remarked, inspecting my outfit. I was standing in her doorway wearing what were euphemistic...
1. Introductions I was on the trail early; the heat and inevitable sunburn of midday get unbearable here. I didn't see anyone for several minutes and hoped for a brisk pace, 6.5 miles in two hours, but my parents' dog Nicky would help; she pulls like a locomotive. Nicky is a 4-year-old shorthaired pointer, rail thin with a big chest and ludicrously fast, t...
The Genoshan mess hall seemed even quieter than it was. When the Brotherhood had captured it, there'd been a feast. Human prisoners made to serve a banquet to their former captives, food whipped up and brought back to life by Good Doctor, who could revitalize a rotting cabbage as easily as a wounded arm. The taste had been exquisite. No preservatives, no art...