Peter and I are met at Zurich airport by a driver. Peter recognizes him by sight. We hop in the back of the Mercedes and soon we're racing down the autobaun. Two hours later we are pulling up to the boat launch at Lac Ste. Jeanne. As the evening sun settles over the serated ridge, I take in the gorgeous vista before me. The writer me makes mental notes: the...
Apologies for the long intervals between chapters but life gets in the way! As always I love to have your feedback. There's no point in doing it unless others enjoy it. ***** A baby! She seemed to be moving our relationship along at a pace I wasn't sure I was comfortable with and some sign of that must have passed through my eyes. A worried look appe...
I felt horny and frustrated, although feeling that way didn't seem to be anything unusual just lately. That was basically because I'd lost my job a few months ago and my wife, Ellie, apparently felt that sex with man who is out of work was beneath her. Okay, so it was my own fault that I'd become unemployed, but there are times when bosses treat their worker...
And here is the second and final part. I already said my thanks in the previous posting, but you can't thank anyone enough. So thanks to Jazcullen, The Guild and Asylumseeker for their dedicated time and help for making this story what it is now. For those wanting to stay up to date, I've created a Yahoo group to stay in touch. I'm taking a small break fr...
Sometimes living with danger is exciting. I met Kassandra not long after I took up residence on Chicago's northside while I was attending DePaul University as I worked on my MFA in 2001. I had managed to sublet a studio apartment three blocks from the campus from the son of the previous tenant, an older woman who had moved to an assisted living facility in...
All sexual activity depicted is between characters 18 or older. ***** On the day I graduated from high school, my father gave me the keys to his green Thunderbird. There's a picture of me and my best friend Jeannie sitting in it, laughing, with our caps and gowns still on. You can see two tall, skinny girls with heavy eye make-up and frosty pink lipstick...
BROCK "Loose!" I roared, and a hundred siege engines released at once, sending great boulders into the air. Those that were launched from the trebuchets tumbled as they arced, those that were launched from the catapults flew unspinning upon a line-drive path. The trebuchet boulders rained into Mid Fort, and the catapult boulders smashed into its walls, cav...
I was too drunk, I realized that as I was ranting. About her, fucking Melissa, her cheating, and all the stupid stuff I should have never put up with. The overspending, the damn cat I didn't want that pissed on only my office chair, the lack of consideration, and all of the other little and big things I was so mad about. "Did you know she tried to keep her...
An erotic story of love, lust and betrayal By Thomas Graham "Sex was the most fun I ever had without laughing"...Woody Allen...Annie Hall 1977 CHAPTER ONE....The Conference Swans Nest Hotel, Stratford-on-Avon. Tuesday October 9th 2012. 3:15 a.m. 'Fuck me, Tom!' Three favourite words dear to my heart, but tonight they seem somehow surreal, as if heard t...
Self-reflection is a curious thing. Looking back, some experiences I've acted out seem so out of character -- at least compared with how I perceive my everyday disposition -- that I find it hard to believe it was me. Maybe I'm possessed by some spirit that makes me do things I wouldn't usually permit myself to do. Or perhaps someone with a devilish grin and...