The darkened room, where shadows knew their place, held close to a sharpened edge of silence. Not the kind of quiet you find among the safe mediocrity of upscale living. Nor was this the dusky soundless earphone shrouded detachment of the overfed, pampered and techno distracted numbness of a generation adrift. Instead, the atmosphere was similar to a postmor...
Merton felt like he was wearing the most heavily armed wedding cake in the universe. His arms were thrust outwards and his legs were spread, and he simply stood perfectly still as intersecting layers of highly complex nanomachines and magical circuitry flowed around his limbs like thick, taffyesque water. He looked down at the billowy, white material, then o...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor The expression "Hobson's Choice" is named after the keeper of a livery stable in seventeenth century England who required customers to accept the next horse available. Hence "Hobson's choice" means no choice at all. * * * "Young man, do you have anything to say for yourself before the Court pronounces your sentence?" The judge, a...
New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
Dear Reader: As my regular readers know two of my favorite themes are gay guys and cuckolded husbands. When I write a story about both it is hard to decide whether to list it under Gay Male or Loving Wives. No matter which I choose someone always complains. This time I flipped a coin. My name is Barry Johnson and I'm six years out of college working as a...
I decided to see about repairing the solar panel first, and when I hooked up the meter I was relieved to see that it was still generating full wattage, which told me the damage was mostly cosmetic. I gently straightened the bent frame, then reinforced it at the damage point with a steel bracket from the tool box, resealing the unit with a little silicone cau...
17. Now, the Ancient Quarter was waking up at its usual lazy pace. Elizabeth had grown to think of this part of the city as being like a pampered dowager cat, awakened daily by the caress of the sun and stretching lazily to greet each morning. Today was no different as the sun crept with feline grace down the stucco sides of the buildings, giving the mornin...
"But how will I know what do in a real fight, Sir Kor?" Eustace asked. "You've had a full year of martial drill and sparring in our Order," Sir Kor replied, "even if you don't know what to do, your muscles and reflexes will." "Maybe. But not all of us were born on a shield," Eustace muttered. "I was found on a shield," Sir Kor chuckled, "And enough wit...
I awoke in the little stables at the rear of my mistresses' house, and stretched out my ponyboy body on the straw where I slept, naked and without harness. Head Girl, my owners' other human animal, lay beside me facing away from me and breathing gently. It was another glorious day in the perpetual, magical summer of the elven world, and warmth and light stre...
I DO take requests. And a couple of weeks ago a reader sent me a complete plot. I worked on his story while I was finishing the much longer piece that I just posted (in Romance). And I am fully aware that this is a LW cliché so please don't waste your time pointing that out to me. It was actually an interesting writing challenge to make the story a little bi...