Alan Taylor was sitting alone in his office working. He normally worked alone; he was a loner by nature. At school he was regarded as a geek. He was no good at sports or art or music, but he was good at academic subjects; maths and English were his forte. He had a few friends but none really close. At twenty seven years old he had only had two girl friends n...
[The story so far: Retired Soviet spy Lev Davidovich Bronshtein, his beloved wife Polina Abramovna recently died, agrees to meet an agent from his former employer at this apartment in Moscow. The former colleague, Oleg Sergeyevich Rykov, shows Lev files from the time when Lev was stationed in New York. Some historical and linguistic notes: Oleg refers to Ru...
It was getting late and I still had one more meeting. I tapped my pen on the desk, impatient to be finished for once, already dreaming of the steaming hot bath and accompanying glass of cold Chardonnay that I had promised myself to make up for this long day. I glanced at the clock – still 5 minutes before the appointment, I had time for a coffee and a walk...
"Prepare him." What in heaven's name did she mean by that? "Come with me," ordered Priscilla. Naked as a jaybird, I followed her down a hallway to a gigantic, ornate bathroom with white tiles, a marble tub, brass faucets, and unbelievably bright lighting. The bathroom was nearly as big as my poor little bedroom at home. I knew Priscilla had sensed my ne...
This story is obviously of a fictional nature. It is not suitable for anybody under the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to email me with any thoughts or comments that you may have on this piece. The Playboy Files: Sable Gets Her Wish This is part one of a series that will take place over the course of nearly a decade involving various women of th...
The year is 1905 and the location, in the fashionable London East End. It was a time where England ruled the waves, the sun never set on the English Empire and morality and Christian ethics were the order of the day. Humanity however, had not changed and the aristocracy continued with their lives filled with a desperate search for meaning in a world which ac...
Just as a reminder, this "Sexual History" series is a work of fiction. While many of the events described are similar to those experienced either by the author or by persons of his acquaintance, it is still fiction and is not intended to encourage or recommend any particular lifestyle. I strongly recommend that the reader approach the parts of this series in...
Everything about our friendship was oh so normal. We worked together in a large federal government agency. I was the senior executive in charge of the branch to which he was promoted. I was recently divorced, more or less amicably, and was in my early fifties. My kids had long left home. I was fit, slim, active, enjoying my work, which I was good at, and, I...
This was going to be the best night of my life. He was coming to dinner. The man of my dreams was coming to dinner and I was atwitter with excitement and behaving like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I had taken the afternoon off work to prepare. I had called in to the markets on the way home to collect the fresh ingredients for his favourite dishes, the...
There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * The confrontation The Yuengling Black and Tan was warm. It was ice cold when I sat down. She would be home soon. She was always at home when the kids got off of the school bus. I had the drapes drawn, because the sunlight coming through the living room window was depressing. Right now, today, the darkness felt war...