Chapter 1 New Student The day Elizabeth Annabel Worthington came into my life was the day I knew things for me would never be the same. Before Elizabeth (or Eliza as she preferred) my life was the normal boring drab you might expect from a eighteen year old normal guy. I was an average student, my friends were average students. I had a perfectly average li...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the other contract killer stories, you may want to read them before you read this one. However, it is not necessary to have read them to enjoy each on its own merit (I hope). They are, in order as written: Confession of a Contract Killer Contract Killer's Next Hit Contract Killer Stirs the Pot Drop me line; let me kno...
Dave, a man in his late twenties is getting a break from his parents, whom he lives with, for a three-day weekend. He is slightly overweight, mostly in the gut, for his six-foot frame. The reason he lives with his parents was because he moved back from college. He had planned on moving to Las Vegas, but debt caused his plans to change. He fell into a depres...
My affair with Greta, the European Creative Director of the ad agency for which I worked as a freelance copywriter was over. We had never looked on it as being permanent, but it had been intense and passionate and had lasted six months. For a confirmed lesbian like Greta that was a long time and for a 'not quite sure' lipstick like me it had been a wonderful...
Kari looked down at her watch again and wondered if the plane was taking the scenic route around the airport. Jesse's plane should've landed twenty minutes ago and the parking garage charged by the quarter hour. But she had yet to see anyone who even remotely resembled the scrawny little kid that had palled around with her brother Josh for as far back as she...
Sitting in a darkened corner of the parking lot at Tampa's Bayside Mall, I waited patiently for my contact to arrive. The drizzling rain beaded on my windshield, pooled, then streamed downward towards the wipers. With the weather conditions the way they were I expected Michael Whittaker to be running late. Flights from Washington D.C. to Tampa International...
INTRODUCTION Walsh and Toss Haar were average parents of lively teenagers. They were late paying bills, hated having their dentist extract money from them so effortlessly, had countless affairs, bickered daily and wanted the best for their kids who were expected to perform right up there. Just where was never defined. Roughly like average people, Walsh ow...
The Audition Part 1 "What do you mean Bernie?" The, nearing sixty, Harvard educated, theatrical agent and artist manager looked at me with a stern look. "You haven't been in artist PR that long have you Tina?" "Er no," I replied hesitantly feeling a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. Bernie Aldrich was the owner of the artist...
A short story about being stood up at the altar told from the man's point-of-view. Comedy turns something sad into a tragedy with an unexpected twist. What could possibly be funny about a fish swimming to a wall? When the fish thinks, "Dam." As Mr. Gregory T. Johnson, seeing the hotel marquee welcoming Mr. & Mrs. Johnson felt like a sad reminder of my rec...
And just like that, there I was standing in a stranger's kitchen wearing women's clothing waiting nervously to be fucked by a real cock for the very first time. This is crazy, I thought, I can still get out of here. I'd hardly ever even seen another man's cock and certainly never touched one. But I'm about to let a complete stranger bend me over, put his ful...