I'm still new to writing, so please forgive me if I've repeated some things about myself from my previous submission, "Flashing at the Hospital." I'm a discreet exhibitionist. I don't feel comfortable openly flashing someone, yet I absolutely enjoy the feeling of a man "peeping" on me if he thinks I'm unaware. I find flashing to be more erotic than actual...
As the carriage sped toward the dark castle, I thought back on what had brought me here. And I wondered where Thomas was. I often thought about Thomas how we had been brought together. My father was a wonderful man. He had been full of life, living everyday to the fullest. He was admired among his peers and the visiting ladies would giggle about him in the...
Author's note: This is not autobiographical and is not based on any real events, but you could say it is aspirational. Sally is based partly on a woman I once loved dearly, and partly on an eminent woman in British broadcasting whom I have never met. * We were presenting in the same session of a business conference. Not a large audience, a few hundred mayb...
Working the early morning shift has its compensations. I used to spend every last moment I could tucked up snugly in bed; not rising until the last possible moment, but now I realise that there is more to the early hours than coffee and that first spluttering cigarette of the day. I love to watch the sun come up, those first tentative fingers of light that p...
"I can't believe we made it," I gasped, then collapsed on the ground. From the top of the mountain, the island stretched out far below. The waters of the Pacific glistened deep blue as the sun beat mercilessly down. It was a little cooler at this height, being so exposed on the top of the now smouldering mountain; the sea breeze cooled the sweat on my body....
Author's note: A big thank you to Angel Love for volunteering to be my editor. She reviewed my work and in the process made it much better than it was originally. I believe that her insight and experience not only improved this piece, but will make the rest of my work even better. Thanks again. * It had been a perfect day for a pool party. Things got under...
On my 24th birthday—the age of release, as we call it—I left Berniyoe, never to return. Girls had two options: become breeder to a Lord, or go out into the galaxy. Breeders were generally treated well—it is a sacred duty after all—although that depended to some degree on the Lord you agreed to. A lot of girls jumped at the chance for a secure existence. But...
Joel ran to the end of the hallway and looked both ways. No Fe. He ran to the emergency steps, hoping that maybe she had opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Of course she did not. He considered damn near jumping down the stairs, even though he was already panting and sweating hard both from exhaustion and from getting caught by the girl of his...
Alex was four years out a broken marriage when he met and fell in love with Olivia. It felt more like being a downy feather buffeted this way and that on a windy day than a fall to Alex. Their lives together had become a merry chase, resembling the Crane Courtship Dance. He adored her and put her happiness above all else, except perhaps his art. They were...
We landed in Venice in the morning. I was so excited for the opening but more excited that Colette was with me. The opening wasn't until the end of the week so we had plenty of time for ourselves. Hopefully she would leave Italy with a ring on her finger and a wedding date in mind. I still couldn't believe that I was actually going to propose to her. I tol...