This is the third part of "Pet Needs a Good Home" but I thought it needed a different name. * The same Saturday afternoon, now about 4:00pm I return from shopping juggling a damned eighteen pound bag of Purina Adult Dog Chow and two dumb pet bowls for food and water. It's not easy to punch the code in my smart phone to unlock my fucking stupid overly comp...
*** Warning *** This story is written in the second person and is about group sex between married people who aren't married to each other. Please don't read this if those ideas bother you. I don't want anyone to become annoyed because of this piece of fiction that I wrote. Thanks, Gustav Jorgenson *** End Warning *** You and your wife are relaxing at ho...
As it turned out, it was three nights before I was able to deliver Sally May back to her home and family. By then I was walking kinda crooked. For someone who just wanted to experiment before settling down, I found she had been imaginative and down right insatiable. Just my kind of girl. Sally lived in a tiny rural community that in a strange way I felt rig...
Chapter one: The Long Haul From the diary of James Down: Friday, January 20th. Sometimes I think I'll survive the long haul. The odds are against it (they're long odds), but sometimes I think I'll make the journey. Then I look around--and I don't have to look far, or for very long; the evidence is all around, in body bags--and I realise that nobody reall...
The Eighty-eighth Key Part III Chapter 15 ____________________________________ "What is, do you suppose, the difference between a dream and a nightmare?" Werner Heisenberg asked, his settled hands resting on his lap, his entire demeanor expressing openness to her reply. And yet, Imogen now remained resolutely still, as if she was suddenly and utterly q...
...geography, philosophy, history, nothing social anthropology a lot of nothing... - Tuli kupferburg ***** A LOT OF NOTHING Christmas Eve. I took the ferry over to the French Quarter. I just wanted to experience the Vieux Carré when it's quiet. Didn't see how it could be much quieter than Christmas Eve. A stiff wind blowing down Royal Street makes it...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: Following an anonymous coupling in an art gallery's washroom and after having met several of Dex's subsequent challenges, the narrator is given carte blanche. *** "I realize that I've been placing a lot of demands on you." Dex and I are meeting for a coffee. I...
Orders Out We didn't think it was going to be our last reconnaissance mission, but that's how it ended up. We had been flying together for more than a year by then, our little anomaly in the greater pattern of the world. I was a U. S. naval officer, a naval aviator, flying in a Marine squadron in the Philippines, what was an almost exclusively Army domain...
THE DANCE In early May, Grant High School held what was considered the second biggest social event of the year, The School Dance. Only the Senior Prom was a bigger event. All of the faculty would be in attendance. Spouses, significant others, girlfriends and boyfriends would be there. I went alone. Jen sat at he VIP table. Peter Brant and his wife had com...
WARNING! This is ruff-stuff B/D S/M---------------- I was 19 when I first came out to California from Iowa. It was simple, really, I moved to San Francisco because I couldn't take Des Moines any longer. Even now, there's not a whole lot a kid Can do in Iowa. I figure I'm pretty good looking, light brown Hair, hazel eyes and smooth swimmers build. In fact,...