Flitting in and out of multiple existences. Multiple worlds. Changing the reality of that world to best suit one's image and moving onto the next. That was the nature of a god. At least the nature of the entities that called themselves gods. These entities had been around for as long as creation. Without form, unless they wanted to be seen. Without identity,...
"When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right, is of no consequence." ― Gary Lloyd "Handjobs! What supremely beautiful fuck invented these release valves on hellish servitude?!" Mike Oxhard silently pondered, as the six-foot tall, charcoal cherub pounded the middle of his swollen staff, while the Asian exotic dancer pa...
"When the government's boot is on your throat, whether it is a left boot or a right, is of no consequence." ― Gary Lloyd "Handjobs! What supremely beautiful fuck invented these release valves on hellish servitude?!" Mike Oxhard silently pondered, as the six-foot tall, charcoal cherub pounded the middle of his swollen staff, while the Asian exotic dancer pa...
Heather brought the first bite of the salmon to her mouth. Why had she done it? Why had she allowed this man to virtually order dinner for her? Yes, she supposed it was his role as Captain to recommend items on the menu to guests. He had probably done it many times before. But his tone of voice. She doubted it was the same. And why did the very idea of him...
Her bags were packed. Her mind was made up, and the excitement was threatening to overwhelm her. She wanted someone, anyone to touch her, to caress her, to be inside her. The need was overwhelming, was becoming almost an obsession. Better to feel pain and lust, than this emptiness inside. She never would have guessed the death of her mother, a woman she bare...
His office was on the second floor of a gray and white Victorian on the upward slope of Sacramento Street in Pacific Heights. I was fifteen minutes late to my appointment because I couldn't find street parking and the lot on Fillmore was full. I had to circle around the block a couple times because all the streets were one way, congested by crossing pedestri...
I sincerely hope you like my second contribution to "Loving Wives". Whereas my first submission was based on my life, and was about 90% factual with the names changed to protect the innocent and the guilty, "Please Understand Me" is 100% fiction. No genitals were harmed writing this story. I just wanted to break the template of: "I came home early because __...
I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a...
Author's note: This is a part of an ongoing story. It is best read after reading the earlier chapters to put everything in context. This chapter, too, is part of the buildup to the rest of the novel. ***** Suzie and I talked over dinner about Julie's and her lunch date. Suzie and her best friend Julie had met for lunch as they did every Wednesday. Recent...
I have what I started calling, a few years ago, a Janus Complex. I do not believe this is an actual condition as listed in the DSM, and psychiatric types would likely scoff, but I believe it's real. Janus, as you may know, was the two faced Roman god of beginnings and passages - hence he looks in two different directions. In my case, it represents two opposi...