When I came home from the hospital, recovering from a heart attack, I found my wife's wedding ring hanging from my neck tied in place with strands of hair. I assumed they were her own. During the discharge process, I discovered that she had been admitted to the psych ward of the hospital for some sort of psychotic break from reality, a possible dissociative...
You want to know what made me kill eleven men. How I could do what I did and not feel remorse over the taking of human life? How a young woman just 18 years old could do all this? I guess I could tell you; mind you this is a hard story to tell. As I never planned to have to ever tell anyone. I even took measures against it; just I did not succeed in my great...
40. Taking Out the Trash They were only a dozen steps outside of the office, so they went back inside where Henry and the girls were still in the meeting room. They were doing just what Mark was going to do, looking up New York City's trash situation! Internet search results revealed that DSNY's budget was over $2 billion per year to manage over 14 millio...
You should never have thrown out my old leather jacket. I've had the jacket since high school. Not that I wear it all that often (it had gotten a bit too tight if you want to know the truth), and I know you've been riding me for years to get rid of it. But I never actually agreed to throw it out, and I was shocked when I went looking for it and you casually...
38. Cleaning Up Three weeks of sports, sex and workouts later they were finally back in orbit around Earth. The news of Sebastian's cowardly demise made it into the news, but was merely a minor story, it seems like everyone in the Federation were just glad he was of no further concern. Mark and the girls were getting impatient as they came out of FTL and...
It tickled as the glob of conditioner slipped from my long wet hair, ran down the indentation of my spine and landed with a resounding splat on the shower floor. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined it was a lover's tongue softly gliding slowly down my back. I shivered as I reached for the bottle of expensive hair product to try again while contemplati...
Dear Jack, I'll up my game I promise. I apologised to the anonymous reader who called me 'hopeless' for not obeying you and for asking for re-assurances. I know now that it was wrong and I promise not to do it again. I promise not to orgasm, even with my boyfriend. It was so dumb of me to think I could cum without your permission. I understand why you puni...
I live on the 13th floor in a tall apartment building in Manhattan. A really tall apartment: Forty stories. That works out well, because I'm tall – 6' 4". Bad joke. Never mind. Anyway, there are tradeoffs to living like this, good and bad. For example, I don't have a backyard, or a front yard. On the one hand I miss not having the greenery, or the chance to...
© Alex de Kok, 2003 Captain Peterson was just winding up his morning briefing when Kathy came awake with a mental thud as she heard her name called. "Kowalski, Gonzalez, Henderson and Jones - my office in five minutes. The rest of you - you know what to do, ladies and gentlemen. Get out there and do it!" The squadroom came alive with the usual morning bus...
Hi my name is Jean, or as my French old man would say, Zh-ann. I'm a nudist, and exhibitionist junky. I can't help it, been that way ever since I lived in a dorm with some privacy and then off came the clothes. Physically, I pull off an attractive androgynous look, full lips, long eyelashes and slender eyebrows, with long blond hair that I wear pulled back...