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...
6 Sydney Morning Herald Monday, February 6th, 1978 LANDA'S PLAN TO CONVERT HOMES TO FLATS The State Government is considering allowing homes to be divided into two self contained residences. HOWARD DECLARES NO-LIMIT BORROWING TO BACK DOLLAR Canberra- A no-limit commitment to support the Australian Dollar with substantial further overseas borrowings was...
The woman in this story associates colors with sounds and with forces of nature, even sex. This is a story of her quest to capture those colors in her abstract paintings, and of her love life with a French wine merchant and art collector, Andre, and a French-American fashion model and artist, Claudine. Chapter 1. Synesthesia; Andre The sound of the fog...
Chapter 17: Using Eve, Mounting a Crescendo, and Discovering a Dungeon So after a very long layoff with the bitch muse abandoning me, I have finally returned with this episode of the Fucking Investment. The MILF will return soon too, I hope. If the bitch is nice to me. I hope you enjoy. Vote your conscience some other time. Leave comments. -C * When life...
It's worth walking four blocks for a fancy, overpriced cup of coffee just to get out of the office for a few minutes. Even the cold December wind blowing up Light Street off the harbor didn't deter me. I'd spent all morning and lunch at my desk staring at spreadsheets, trying to figure out how to cut two hundred forty-eight thousand, six hundred sixty-two do...
Part 28: Houses of the Holy At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has i...
This is a long one folks, but it's broken up into sections. As usual, all people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** "Are you Reaves Philip? Oh my gosh, I love your books!" A middle-aged woman with natural gray hair tickling her eyelids hustled after Reaves on the sidewalk. She was determined to get a word with him even thoug...
Summer of '83 +++++ Yet another hot and sticky day, it wasn't quite as oppressive as it had been in recent weeks. It may have been over three weeks since our part of the world started baking in the current heat wave; but only two weeks since things had really heated up at my younger brother's downtown apartment. The past two weeks spent with the baby offere...
Chapter 21 Spring still seemed a distant hope as the winter wind continued to howl through the streets. Sitting on a bench outside the library, Don carefully nibbled on a steaming hot pasty. Once he had finished eating, Don tossed the wrapper towards a nearby bin, then sighed as it deflected off the shaft of a broken umbrella. He jumped from the bench befo...
"Love is Enough" follows my earlier short story "Oscar's Place." It tells the tale of a hipster playwright and two (mostly) friendly ghosts. The story includes nudity, adult situations, and flapper slang—lots of flapper slang. ***** 1. "It's cold out here," Gabby said, and wrapped her hands around her bare shoulders. She had to shout to be heard over the...