CHAPTER 1 There have been three revelations in my life: when I realised I was gay; when I realised I was in love; and when I put on a dress. I suppose I should add when I had a fitted kitchen as a fourth. The first was at university. I had done the subjects I liked for A levels: chemistry, physics and geography, despite my teachers' pleading for me to do m...
Steve and Gwen woke up early the next morning, but lost track of time while they showered together. Steve finally managed to dry himself while Gwen remained in the shower, singing as she washed her hair. Just as Steve pulled his shirt on, a light knock sounded on his door. Steve swung the bathroom door closed and went to see who was knocking. He immediately...
A hard rain was falling down on the crime-ridden streets of San Alvaro. I'd love to tell you that it was washing all the scum off the face of this city. Unfortunately, that was my job. The rain was hitting my costume hard. The added body-armor padding, which had seemed like a great idea when Phil had suggested it to me, was getting soggy and heavy. It was l...
Katherine stumbled out onto the uneven back stoop, audibly groaning under the weight of the heavy-duty trash bag. It was full of crumbled plaster and strips of wooden lathe and swung ponderously, threatening to pull her over with each uncertain step. As her foot slipped on the sloping stone slab she overcompensated and was forced to let the bag drop with a h...
Note to readers. If you are looking for a BTB then don't read more than the first part. This first part deals with discovery and punishment. Also, for those who like Reconciliation At All Costs then you might be discouraged as this tale deals with the discovery of cheating and how the protagonist metes out punishment before forgiveness. I am trying to portr...
This story is a work of fiction except for the backstory which reflects my youth which like most like minded individuals growing up in the 80's and 90's were thought that are feelings are perverse and were something to hide in shame of. Over the last few decades I have learned that love cannot be quantified, stereotyped, or stiffened for the sake of "decency...
I was honored when Randi asked me to participate in this. The theme isn't one of my stronger topics and I suggested to Randi that it may be best I step away. She threatened to come find me if I did, so I took the cowards way out and wrote this to stop her from being angry with me. My two closest friends did find one hole in the storyline and I'm hoping they...
This story beings with a resume of Chapter 1 to bring you the reader up to date, in case you need it. I hope you like it. ****************** I spent the night alone in Susan's fancy hotel room with a Lake View from a high floor. It was such a palace! It's so nice when one's company pays for hotels. If you work for the right kind of company, the hotel is n...
Am I glad that's over or what? Thirty-five days straight, twelve hours a day, seven days a week. The money's great, but you have no life and no wife. Girlfriends and wives like to see you ever now and then. Phone calls, even letters don't do the trick. That one on one personal touch is needed from time to time. Trust me, I should know after doing this for...
CHAPTER 1 Walker West grew up on the edge of a small town and after high school graduation worked with his father, a farm and ranch fencing contractor. During Walker's eighteenth year on the job his father, who'd never recovered from his second wife's death from cancer a year earlier, died from a heart attack while playing poker with his cronies in the back...