O’Grady’s was a young people’s bar on the near north side of Chicago. You could enter from the alley or the street; the bar itself ran almost the entire length of the room ending in a long ‘J.’ I sat at the end of the ‘J’ where I had equal opportunity to observe who entered from either entrance. I sipped my beer that early Friday evening; the crowd would sta...
I want to make it clear that I've never considered myself a prude. I've done all manner of wild and demeaning acts in the name of love and lust. There are a few taboos I haven't been able to overcome though. While my husband, Jack, and I have a satisfying sex life, I always feel like I need to do something to take it to the next level. He's always been able...
I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the micr...
I was twenty-nine years old. It seems young to me now. I don't think I've ever felt more on top of the world than I did at that age. The events of September 1st and 4th of 1995 were as in keeping with this state of mind as anything could be. There is a beautiful mall in Georgetown, a premiere shopping district in Washington D.C.. I was wandering through an...
"Let's go you guys! You're gonna be late for school. Jenny? Patrick? Come on, I'm not kidding. Get a move on." Kennedy Cooper was packing lunches and making sure homework folders were signed and put back in their book bags as she tried to finish a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. She loved her brother and sister, but they could be a royal pain in the butt...
I'd like to thank Randi for all the work she did setting the magical mystery tour up, and for inviting me to write knowing that the trolls come out in force at the mere mention of my name. As for the story that follows, don't expect any nice guys or a Hollywood ending. I was thinking Dashiell Hammett, not Nancy Drew. * Copyright© 2018 by Richard Gerald T...
(Merry Christmas everyone! Hope you enjoy my hastily thought up, hastily written, holiday-themed smut!) *** Four weeks of feigning joy is hard for a disillusioned man rapidly approaching his forties. Thankfully the fake beard strapped to my face meant I didn't have to smile too much, but I still had to pretend to be happy for the apparently endless amount...
Chapter Once: The stampede outside her bedroom had awakened her from a deep sleep. Jalamia peered at her alarm clock and let out a long groan rolling onto her back. Her amber eyes opened slowly. She stared grumpily at the freshly painted ceiling. Her bedroom had been the last to be painted in the renovated ante bellum mansion they had purchase. She still ha...
Toby was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing his morning coffee, slurping the last remnants at the bottom of the cup. It made a rude noise that always annoyed his new wife. She glanced at him, exasperated. Like her mother, she was a stickler for propriety. Manners and decorum were important. In fact, she took almost three hours the first day of their hon...
DISCLAIMER THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A FANTASY WITH NO RELATIONSHIP TO ANY EVENT, PERSON, AND PLACE OR TIME. ANY SIMILARITY IS BY ACCIDENT AND TOTALLY UNINTENTIONAL. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 (21 IN SOME JURISDICTIONS) AND DO NOT ENJOY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORIES, PLEASE LEAVE NOW. She was seated in front of me at the table, absolutely naked and trying to take a huge...