"It looks like those folks who bought the Simpson place are finally moving in," said my wife Kathy. We were sitting at our breakfast table on Saturday morning, having coffee. "The moving van is pulling in there right now." "That took a while," I replied. "Yeah," she said. "I think there have been contractors working over there full time since they bought...
The phone rang at 10AM. I was tired from last night's activity, so Billy answered it. It was a wake up call that Billy scheduled. "I'm tired, I'm not getting up," I whined. Billy got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and fell asleep, but that wouldn't last too long. Billy picked me up screaming and kicking, and carried me into t...
My name is Jack. I drive a pickup truck. I am not a redneck; I don't have a gun rack or naked woman silhouette mud flaps or a winch on the front. I am just a regular guy who, at 6'4", 230 lbs, happens to be too tall to fit in a Honda. Of course this also means that I am everybody's best friend when it comes time to move. Being the nice guy that I am, and per...
"And how do we calculate the cosine, class?" Mara James' question rang out down the aisles filled with the twenty students in her calculus class at St. Bernard's Academy, ricocheted off the dusty back wall of her humid classroom, and deflected back into her own ears, unanswered and utterly ignored by her daydreaming students. The only sound she heard beside...
Another Saturday, another shopping trip. This time, Ed sat in his customary chair as Nikki went on a serial swimsuit spree. She came out in a red one-piece with French-cut legs. The front of the suit revealed so much cleavage, Ed could barely believe any woman would have the guts to wear it in public. Neither he nor Nikki were big fans of red—too blatant—bu...
(1) Ms. Angelino taught a night class on vampires at Loyola University in New Orleans. A class on the influence of vampires on contemporary culture and their origins in history. It was the highlight of my junior year curriculum at the college. All of my other classes just seemed like obstacles on my journey to the treasure that each evening was in her room...
The stream of people entering the dungeon ebbed and flowed. It wasn't a large room and yet so much happened in there -- the tumult of people, the punishments, the dominance and submissiveness, the creativity, the spectacle of an unusual underground world. The 'B' rated filmic version of cold, damp, slime walled dungeons, rats scurrying, their nails clicking...
The furtive figure tiptoeing through the predawn gloom had been named Laura once upon a time, but that time was now long past. How long? Three months, perhaps; surely no more. But Laura was a human's name, after all, and the figure -- which squatted, urinating, among the gnarled roots of an ancient elm -- was no longer human. Her owner was pleased to call h...
Prologue "yes! Yes! YES!" Stephanie panted, lost in blissful ecstasy. "Don't stop Tony. Please don't stop! Oh, yes!" Stephanie's body quaked from the breathtaking orgasm. Tony held Stephanie tightly as he made love to his wife in a hidden back corner alcove on the third level of the city's large art museum. She loved the way she felt in the strong arms of...
Kyle was back home in Orlando and working at his home store on International Drive. His schedule was all over the map as he working a close one day and an opening the next with some mids thrown in for good measure. His sleep cycle was in chaos and while today was an opening and the sun was just about to set all Kyle could think of was getting some sleep. The...