I am a voracious reader, and having a local bookstore fifteen minutes outside of my home is well a curse; good curse, but a curse. As I was hunting around for something new to peruse, I found an author by the name of Poppy Z. Brite. She is a New Orleans native, and tends to write in the horror vein, however, many of her books are also very homo erotic, or j...
I confess it freely and deny it not--I am a quibbler, and I love to quibble. That's copy editing. I say I won't mess around with plot, character or continuity. Those are the provinces of the author. I do the mechanicals--spelling, grammar, syntax, sentence structure. They are the off-putting little details that distract the reader, when the reader should b...
"Give her all you've got Mr. Scott," Captain James T. Kick yelled into the intercom from the bridge of the Starship, Enterprise. "Aye Captain, I'm giving her every inch I have right now," Mr. Scott yelled back as the view screen on the bridge switched to the engine room. A young female technician was bent over a console with Mr. Scott's knobby dick flying i...
So here I sit, desperately trying to finish The Daily Tribune crossword, which is particularly difficult today, and her fake orgasms six foot from my head are really putting me off. Incredible really, that a nineteen-year-old already knows how to pull such a stunt, but she's a well seasoned pro at this now. I cast an eye from my paper to the action. He's t...
The clock ticks by slowly. Only a few hours stand between me and the fantasy I have been dying to explore. I think about how my family and friends would react if they knew my dirty little secret. I'd surely be cast out. Later, my email pings: I'll be on in 10 minutes. Have to set up my cam. Excitement boils in my blood. I will finally get to watch you hav...
It was a beautiful spring day when Fred Phelps showed up at my school, the University of Maryland College Park. In case you don't recognize the name, Fred Phelps is a Kansas minister. A very conservative Kansas minister. Now what, you might ask, was a conservative Kansas minister doing at the University of Maryland? He was there to protest. Actively utili...
Click. WHAM. "Damn." "I have got to stop playing Quake with you, you know..." You giggle from across the room. "And I've definitely got to stop betting you before I do." You nod and keep giggling. "So what's the bet this time? Spending a weekend with an anal plug inside? Picking up a guy at a gay bar? Washing your car?" I list a few of your past forfei...
Remember Rear Window, the old Alfred Hitchcock movie? Jimmy Stewart was stuck in his Manhattan apartment with a broken leg, and observed love, angst, creativity, and even murder through his, yes, rear window. I mostly saw sex through mine. I was still a bit new in NYC in the early '80s. Had a 5th floor walk-up in a slummy building. It was a classic illega...
The wind whistled round the ancient house, like a banshee's scream tormenting some lonely traveler, caught abroad in the dark of night. Boards creaked, and shutters fluttered, slapping against the sides of the dwelling, frail and wounded in the enveloping shroud of twilight. The building, once a place of mirth, and great laughter now stood, giant and empty....
Dear John, Everything here is going well and I trust it is the same with you. The weather is hot and the natives are unfriendly but I knew that when I volunteered to come here. As I told you, I felt that by coming to Iraq I could contribute in the taming of these zealots who go round this country causing mayhem and death. I soon found that the thrill of th...