Author's foreword: Thank you for humbly allowing me to participate in this event with such a stellar cast of writers. I accepted the invitation because I have always loved the Western genre and I'm looking forward to reading some incredible stories. A big and heartfelt thank you to Randi for riding herd on this event and editing my story. Hope you enjoy. *...
It's the Nude Day Contest... so, what's more nude than strippers? Read all the entries and make sure to vote for your favorites! * * * You've got to stay professional at all times, so I managed to prevent myself from wincing at the sheer mediocrity of the fat woman's blowjob. This was not normal for me. My experience in the nude-male entertainment industr...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
Philip Johnson Prologue Princeton Dynamics was a successful national company with a division just south of Chicago, and they had one major problem, operating costs. Their bottom line was sagging like an old hammock. And like most companies with that problem it was largely due to excessive wages and employee benefits, but the taxes in Chicago were getting t...
Chapter 12 A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to the encouraging reader feedback, the muse has returned, and I have finished the story. * They fled the nightmare of the city. The Singing Selkie proved herself a nimble and true boat, surging out into the brisk fall...
................................................. He actually waited four days before he called. Two days longer than I thought. I listened as his smarmy voice oozed through the phone. "Tom, Tom, please be reasonable. I'm sure we can work out an agreement we're all happy with. Why don't you come by the office, we'll sit and discuss it like reasonable men."...
Wow!! I grew up reading stories about the wild west. Now I get the chance to write one. I want to thank Randi for her vision and leadership, in setting up this event, as well as for her super editing. Toss in my buddy Pixel the Cat, too. He catches things that mere mortals miss. I hope you enjoy my little tale. * I hated O'Brien. The fucker came over in f...
Part 1 The fog of one too many scotch and waters takes a few moments to shake even when the phone is demanding attention. It took three tries before my hand grabbed the infernal beast and jabbed at the answer button. "What!" "That's no way to say good morning to your favorite brother-in-law." "You are my only brother-in-law and I still haven't forgiven yo...
This story is a slight departure from my usual stories and was co-written with my husband, Rusty Marshall. Bridget Mallory lay corpse-still, staring at the ceiling, beside her husband of more than twenty years. A solitary tear slipped from one eye and slowly snaked its way toward her ear. Frustration was nothing new to her. She had spent more than a few fru...
The protagonist does have a hard time, sometimes his own fault, but he also gets some consolation along the way. There is some sex here and there where the story demands it. Eight parts, all complete. It's all fiction: if anyone thinks they appear in this story, it's not about you! Clarifications: GCSE: 'General Certificate of Secondary Education' usual...