The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again - Part 2 INTERVIEW I was invited to see the head designer, Liza Blow at Vagina Shoes after a successful phone call. I forwarded some of my friend's best sketches by email and she phoned me back a few weeks later. Jefferson, who let me borrow one of his portfolios, was a Cordwainer's graduate and spec...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Chapter 1 "Come on, come on!" Lydia yelled impatiently back through the door of the townhouse. "Stephanie! Simone! Let's get on the road!" The twins appeared simultaneously, bags slung over their shoulders and both of them wolfing down the last part of their chicken salad sandwiches. "Coming, Mom," Stephanie said, stepping off the stoop and down the side...
Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer * "I love this drive," said Marisa, staring out at the scenery passing by. "Me too," added her husband, John. "Here's the big bridge. Not much longer." Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It was just...
Hey Folks First off, thanks for all of the nice emails about the last story (Leave Her to Heaven). Even the people who thought the story was outside of their comfort zone found something nice to say. This one is more down to earth and firmly rooted in the real world. The only thing controversial about this one is the title. I originally wanted to call it Be...
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(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense. They would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather Pt. 2 ***** "You would bring War to this Villag...
(Author's note - This is a 90% non-erotic story. The only erotic scene has been submitted separately as the short story "alone at last".) It was April. It was raining. It was hardly a surprise. The weekend had started well: boy had met girl and the Friday night alchemy that turns alcohol into meaningless sex had just begun when the spell, or rather a Budw...
(Hello to the fans that enjoyed the other stories I wrote in collaboration with CBSummers. We're at it again. This one is long. Very long. If submitted to a publisher, it would qualify as a full length novel. Just letting everyone know that from the beginning. It had to be long to cram all the super hot fucking we wrote into one story. Our three little stone...
This is my entry for "On The Job" 2020. I decided to challenge myself after a conversation with an online acquaintance, and write a story completely devoid of the verb "to be" and any of its conjugates. As such, I only use this verb when characters speak or think, to keep dialect as accurate as possible. This is a very long story with a lot of character and...