Author's forward: I am not and probably will never be a professional writer. I have however had a great time, trying to tell a tale creatively that I have not had an opportunity to do since Freshman College Creative Writing class, over 38 years ago. Yes I'm sure I need an editor. After self-editing this story well over a half-dozen times, declaring it ready...
Sam Morrison stood next to his bed, examining the clothes he had set out. His travel bag, bought just for this trip and giving off a strong smell of new leather, was open on the floor and ready to be stuffed full. "Then to the airport and after that Fort Lauderdale is going to catch hell," he said under his breath, mouth splitting into a feral grin. The ce...
The Reunion... The humidity was like liquid hell. The air seemed saturated with moisture suggesting the possibility of a cooling rain shower, but the puffy white clouds in the tropical azure blue sky showed no sign of offering that cool-down anytime soon. It was a hot, sticky summer day in the sparkling sunlight of South Florida. The oppressive heat didn...
Special thanks of course goes out to my friend PennLady for her help with editing this one. You rock! And, although it was anonymous - and a comment from PennLady's last story - there was at least one person out there who wanted this gentleman to be featured in a story. So here he is, #52, all for you, whoever you are! Happy Reading! M. ;) *** Unsure of...
"Sgt. Harmon. You got a minute?" his platoon sergeant asked. "Yeah, sure. What's up?" The staff sergeant was four years older than him, but at 25, he seemed ancient when most of the rest of the platoon was between 18 and 21. Grant Harmon was four months away from turning 22, and having nearly finished his four-year enlistment, he was now officially a 'shor...
The very first part of this actually happened: a long line in a college-town mens' room in the Rocky Mountains, with two drunk chicks standing beside the urinal gazing wastedly at all the guys peeing. It seemed odd, but I peed anyway; they just watched in dull silence. That, and the bit where the newspaper guy does the interview over coffee; that sort of hap...
Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alread...
The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
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Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 70. Day Dreaming Stephano was sitting by Patty's side, when he felt a h...