The food arrived. We both ate like we hadn't had a meal in weeks. Within ten minutes we had cleaned our plates. We stacked the dishes and pushed them aside. "We have to make some plans," Shug said. "Why?" I wanted to know. "What kind of plans?" "I've got to get to St. Louis, Caroline. You've got to go home to your son." "I don't want to make plans," I sa...
Last summer, my wife, Susan, and I were headed to Vegas for the weekend to unwind. Now, driving along a straight, desolate, stretch of desert for hours isn't the most exciting thing in the world...fortunately though, sometimes things change. Vegas is boiling in the summer. I had removed the doors and top from my jeep for the trip. Susan wore a pair of short...
Hi everyone. I have started to publish this story once before. I´m a beginner at this, and I found that the segments I published the story in then were too short. They felt chopped up, the rhythm wasn´t right. So now I´ll publish the story in three segments instead of fourteen. I hope you´ll like it. A lot of it is quite true, but certainly not everything....
As you hear the cargo door close with a loud noise, you know your old life is behind you. You look around in your room. It's small, by your standards, but comfortable enough. A bed, a few storage containers, a sliding door. A few of the other dorms are occupied too, while the crew has their quarters in the upper part of the ship. This is it. You are now hitc...
As he returned with a towel to dry off her rain-soaked body, she set down her waterproof pack and surveyed the RV. "Nice ride," she commented, mentally approving of the style and décor he'd utilized to make the motor home feel like...well, home. She suddenly realized that he was staring at her, and she flushed hotly, realizing that she must look like a drown...
Author's note: Chapter 2 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 02 The sun was waning when I got into the car and started the long drive back to the house. I fiddled with the radio and gave up trying to find a station with something other than an ad. I tuned to my favorite and turned it down waiting for the music to c...
(Tip of the cap to Rogers Waters for the title) * It was a dark and stormy night. (Well, actually it was) Certainly darker, and far more stormy that Regina Wellstone was comfortable driving in. If it had just been rain, the 38 year old CPA would have been able to make it north to her home in Sioux City with both eyes closed. When the soft pitter-pat of sl...
My first gay experience was right after college in the summer of 1989. Three days of hitchhiking across the states found me sitting under an overpass in Birmingham, AL feeling fresh after a long shower at a nearby truck stop. As I sat holding my thumb out I remember thinking about a guy in a van that had obviously wanted to have sex with me, but I turned him...
On a hot afternoon day a young man with short black hair named Michael was on a long drive to a city, miles upon blazing miles away. Although the air conditioner in his car worked fine the bright sun was searing through the windshield against his shirt and long shorts. Despite the day's conditions Michael had his travel planned out just like many times befor...
I shade my eyes and scan the road. It's been at least half an hour since the last car. The heat radiates off the asphalt. I lick my parched lips. I'm almost out of water. I spot a vehicle approaching through the shimmer. I jut my hip, stick out my thumb, and hope. A rusted Ford pickup rolls to a stop in front of me. A man in tinted aviators and a sleeveles...