We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...
This is the second version because for some reason the first bit was reproduced half-way through in the original, sorry about that -- this should be it mind you... This story started as a single concept and kind of got away from me, it's very long but that's the way it went. A large part of it is by way of a suggestion that I have often written stories and...
Author's Note: She was a much pierced, mildly tattooed, free spirited white chick. He was Egyptian, with a body the golden brown of a glazed donut. She was intrigued. He was besotted. Well, you know how these things turn out. ***** "Anees," he mumbled, his eyes downcast. He was fidgeting, his fingers roaming restlessly over the satchel slung from his shoul...
Introduction "The Spirit of Ecstasy" is the name of the flying lady emblem affixed to the bonnet of almost every Rolls-Royce motor car made since 1911. The sculptor was Charles Sykes and he was commissioned by John Douglas-Scott-Montagu, later 2nd Baron Montagu of Beaulieu, for his own 1909 model Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost. The actress/artists' model used to...
This story and the characters are entirely fictitious, but gee, I wish it were true. It is to celebrate older and mature people having very enjoyable sex, and what they can accomplish by doing this. To have the very best of sensual moments, one needs, besides a good partner, three things: Desire /Reason, Experience, and Knowledge. These things are not real...
Plenty of students take a year off from school, either after high school or between undergraduate and graduate schools. Some use it to work and save money; some use it to work and gain experience; some travel because they know they won't be able to later; some volunteer to better themselves, the world, and their resumes; and some have nervous breakdowns beca...
Chapter 27—Media Circus II Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: I said earlier, Aunt Jo used to be punk/goth/grunge, or whatever you call it. Considering what she wears now, it is a bit hard to believe, but I've seen pictures and handled the Army boots. The gown she wore to the wedding ball seems to draw the line between before and after. Mom wanted Aunt Jo...
I glanced up at the man, then back down to my sketchpad. I hashed in the shadows on his cheek, the line cast by the frame of his glasses, the dark circles under his eyes. My drawing was not a likeness; it came closer to a caricature - the tired doppelgänger of this nameless middle-aged person, hunching over in front of his MacBook with his coffee removed to...
This is a story nothing serious and couldn't find an editor. Not much sex, no cuck and no BTB. Just another sad tale, but a warning the narrator is not necessarily telling the truth and his views do not necessarily reflect the author's. The object in my hand is small and seems entirely harmless. It is less than five inches long, a little over two inches...
Chapter 18 Claire emerged into Arrivals Reception pushing her trolley with two huge cases, two smaller ones, her laptop and some duty-free bags. She searched those waiting and then saw Peter standing among the crowd. He simply stood. He did not wave to catch her attention and his face seemed emotionless, neither happy nor sad, though certainly not eager. S...