I was between jobs and recently divorced when Superstorm Sandy tore up the East Coast of the United States. Road crews were overwhelmed with storm damage, so I enlisted in a corps of travelling laborers for some quick money. I was assigned to the mundane but necessary task of holding a pole with a sign atop it. One side read stop, the other read slow. My tas...
This is a transcript of a short story I wrote with the help of a real cyber-friend in France -- you know who you are!! Her responses are the paragraphs beginning with # ********************** In heat of the day you rest in your room, half asleep, half awake. You feel the slight brush of silk across your face. You open your eyes just in time to see a slim f...
Hanna arrived a few minutes early to Rockefeller Center where she was supposed to meet Jovita. It was Christmas Eve, or as Hanna liked to call it Erev Christmas, and the famous Christmas tree was up in the plaza. Hanna looked at it as she thought about the change in her attitudes over the past year. A year ago, I wouldn't have looked twice at a Christmas tre...
Once upon a time, so some time in the past and somewhere you've never been and involving people you've never known or ever are likely to know in your tiny world, there lived a young beautiful woman. Naturally, she was beautiful, well, not totally naturally since she was known to use a bit of make up to accent her face, and wore clothes that pulled in here an...
The weekend after our pub-crawl-turned-threesome I was feeling utterly confused. I seriously enjoyed our romp, which included me giving and receiving my first bisexual blowjob, but I felt that my sexual identity was in chaos. I wasn't attracted to Jack in the way that I was attracted to Jessica, but sucking his cock felt amazing. Is it possible to be a stra...
Anonymous in the USA, finding himself/herself awake, hoicked into a spittoon which was a half-finished jam jar and scratched mushrooms under both armpits. Who in the world should Anonymous lampooned or harpooned today? Slipping on two knuckledusters and then, awkwardly, spiked underpants, Anonymous staggered to the latrine and urinated the $100 bottle of F...
Bryce Hallmark was hovering at two miles over San Angeles, feeling as the wind swayed his red cape and short, black hair. The 18 years old Ultra teenager stared, with his blue eyes, as the last sun rays of the day bathed the enormous city he had moved to. He was amazed by its large skyscrapers, leafy parks, white sand beaches…even by its industrial area. Und...
Revelation. It's like walking into a dark room and turning on the lights only to realize the room was always there. It was either forgotten or forbidden. Inside this room are the bits and pieces of your past. Some are in neat piles while others have just been randomly tossed inside. It becomes a matter of deciding where to start your search. My search st...
This could be the ideal game for one of those swelteringly hot days when it's natural not to be wearing very much at a party. The game entails the asking and answering of intimate questions, and the object is to distinguish between who is telling the truth and who is fobbing you off with outrageous lies. But, as you'll discover, there's rather a lot riding o...
Based on factual events. *** ''You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you.'' That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it would be virtually impossible not to. At first, I was hopeful. But then,...