I am not a "one-night stand" kind of guy. Honestly, it's a bit of a weird concept to me to just have sex with no emotional connection at all with your sexual partner, but I don't judge others for their choices. That said, my very first time having sex was almost a one-night stand. But let me describe how events led up to this. Ellen was someone I barely kne...
(A follow-up to The Housesitter's Secret) It had been a few months since I have house sat for the Ortons. I had been busy with school and my weekend job at the Cineplex. Despite my busy schedule, I still think about Randy and our first sexual encounter together when I first started housesitting. I continued to make good grades and I even made the Dean's Li...
August 23, First Entry! The number one thing everyone has told me to do to become a good writer is to read a lot of books. I usually just say fuck that because it just results in unnecessary copying and then you just claim that the writers you read are just an "influence" and that you're still original. In all actuality, original thought no longer exists. S...
The plane touched down at sunset, skidding hum-bump on the black-streaked runway. Helen looked out with total disinterest at the grey and black, where only the rooftops and control tower still held color, washed in a beacon of red. The man beside her finally relaxed and loosed his grip on the armrest. Now that he felt sure he would survive the trip, he brok...
Finals completely consumed my life, for the month following my drunken escapades. They were the perfect distraction from Shane's statement; that he had bought a house in the very same town that I would be moving to. Did he mean for us to live there together? Was it going to be his bachelor pad; a place to escape his wife and continue a trivial affair? Every...
It's a gorgeous spring day. The temperature finally reaches the mid-sixties, and it seems miraculous after a long, cold winter and too much snow. It doesn't take long to get dressed for a serious bike ride. Black Lycra cycling tights, which hug my thighs like a second skin. Really, that's all they are: a second skin. You don't wear anything under cycling ti...
"Well, I certainly hope you two enjoy your trip," Jeremy said to Mike as Meg went to grab her last piece of luggage. A fairly stout lad with dark brown hair & an easy smile, he still looked small compared to the bear of a man that was Mike. Jet-black hair, chiseled jawline, fierce green eyes, broad shoulders, a body like an oak tree with limbs to match....
The old alarm clock sounded loudly, causing Andrew to stir under his covers. He paused for a moment, letting his head clear. No, he didn't have work that day and he had forgotten to turn off the alarm so that he could sleep in. "Figures." Andrew said aloud. He smacked the alarm clock once, hitting the snooze button in frustration. He was trying to get use...
I almost never write topical stories, but this Covid-19 thing deserves commemoration. So, with apologies to Boccaccio, here's my stab at a "plague story." It's shorter than most of my pieces, largely because it started to oppress me even as "social distancing" is oppressing us all. Perceptive readers may recognize the main character, who once got his hig...
Author's Note: This is a true story. Every word happened as written, but names have been changed. It's also not your usual quick hot read, it's something...else. If you're looking for something different, this might be for you. ***** "Are you going to be alright if we get out here? It should just pay through the app." "Of course. Hey, it was so great to s...