Some years ago, I took an adult-education course in figure drawing at NYU. The class met in a large artist's studio in Greenwich Village, just off Washington Square Park. There were about a dozen students, ranging in age from mid-20s to mid-50s. Each of us sat on an uncomfortable stool before an easel, on which was mounted an oversized newsprint pad, tilted...
Ariel listened to the cacophony of the voices buzzing in her head, all the evil, perverse (and potentially delightful) thoughts that emanated from the pedestrians as they scurried around her in their haste to return to the hellholes that were their jobs. Her mind was never left alone. She even walked in their dreams, traipsing through the humans' darkest fan...
Stew had been a cop at the college for about 15 years. Being a Police Officer at a college presented plenty of challenges, not just the ones his brothers and sisters in the city police faced, but others, not the least of which was the frustration of having to explain his job over and over again and even to the college administration who would interfere with...
There's a place in town called Freddy's Burgers that makes the best old-fashioned burgers and chocolate shakes that I've ever tasted. It's a little drive-in on the outskirts of town that used to be popular with kids when I was going to school. Now days the kids generally hang out at the new mall that went up about three years ago, or the skating rink. Most o...
It has been a week and a half since Michael and I told, or shall I say shown, each other our true feelings towards one another. I didn't intend for things to turn out the way they did. One moment I'm asking him if I had done something wrong and then the next we're tearing at each other's clothing. I'm not complaining though. It just seems so surreal. As if i...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
In the half of a century that I have lived so far, I have had the fortune of living in interesting times as the ancient Chinese curse/proverb says. There have been some tough times and many fun times since I was born in a backwater along the southern portion of the Great Mississippi. Fortunately for us all, this missive recounts a few of the more pleasurable...
It was a bright, muggy August Tuesday morning in Lawrence, Kansas. Chris Jenkins was trimming a hedge at the side of a stately old house built after Quantrill's Raid; a light blue 2 story house with a full front porch, gables, ornate trim, and long, thin windows. It had an ample yard with an artistic display of flowers in front of the house, and hedges on th...
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phase of the story . . . ***** As I was getting dressed the nurse opened the door, "Doctor wants a second semen sample, just in case, thanks," as she handed me the sample cup and the door shut. I opened my purse and took out my phone. I had forty minutes before I would meet...
This story talks about sex and religion. There will be some rough sex and elements of BDSM, so if you are looking for romance, this is not the story for you. Also, if you harbor in your heart any thoughts about the sanctity of religion, then please move along, because I will surely offend you. Otherwise, I present to you Part 3 of A Priestess of Isis. ****...