The sun beat down on her like an interrogation spotlight. August in St. Louis is like standing at the gates of hell, Anna thought to herself, wondering again if she should consider moving somewhere with a more temperate climate. But her family was here, and her friends, and her job... The thought of starting over again somewhere else, while tempting, just di...
My name is Montana Witherton, and I'm a photographer for an international geographical magazine, a freelance writer for an adult porn rag. I'm thirty years old, six-foot-two, well built, with tanned skin, grey eyes and unkempt dirty blonde hair. I could be rich in a life of luxury, sitting behind a desk, running the empire my father meant to leave to me and...
It was Friday evening and the voice message on Karen's phone was from Cindi. She said her college-aged next-door neighbors were planning a huge party and she needed to get away for the night. Would it be okay if she spent the night at our house? She was going to head over to our place in the hope that it was not a problem, since she really had no one else to...
This story is entirely fictional. Upon his return from a business trip to the States, Tom Cassavettes was determined to seek out Fiona Napier, his long time on/off lover. He wanted to settle things once and for all after missing her dreadfully while he was away, and desperately needing to discover whether she might reconsider her previous opposition to thei...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] * "Oh, Tucker, your hands are so supple...umm, that feels so good!" cooed the lithe, blonde gymnast, whose legs were being massaged by yours truly. So, how did it come to pass that I, Tucker H., would find myself giving a trainer's rubdown to a blonde goddess, petite wom...
I was setting at the bar of my favorite hangout just drinking a beer and looking at the mirror behind the bar. I just happened to look it the door in the mirror when the most beautiful girl I had every seen come though the door. She seemed a little nervous and looked all around the place. I could tell she wasn't looking for any one particularly but just lo...
CHAPTER 1 Mace Munro was declared redundant from the bank he'd work for ten years, That was a civilized way of being fired after being found in the vice-president's office engaged with the VP's wife amid much groaning, and moaning and foul language that reached into adjoining offices. Being declared redundant meant entitlement to a golden handshake. Present...
Growing up, there were friends that you saw only in the summer, and then when school started you didn't see them, because you were involved with school buddies. Those summers seemed timeless and left plenty of room to wonder and dream of life beyond childhood. As I got older, I was sad that summer friends became faces, people, times that were gone. High scho...
Once, long ago, back in the not so politically correct depression days of the 1930's, life was much different in the steamy underbelly of most big cities in America; especially for a sleezy Private Eye. To earn a living, they preyed on unscrupulous characters with no morals & no societal taboos, that mainstream society would call vulgar - but was reality in...
Perfect golden autumn day. Those seven syllables kept rolling through my mind, part of a haiku that was trying to emerge as I raked up leaves in the yard I had known so well as a child. It was, indeed, a perfect golden autumn day, a day that evokes the sweeter side of melancholy, an incomplete emptiness that leaves hope available. I was home again - not my h...