Last night while we were having a drink with Grindle, we talked about our trip. Jaxson explained that his friend, Jeff, was going to set up camp for us on the far side of the Everglades because it attracted fewer visitors and our camp would be accessible by motorcycle but not by car because there was just a pathway through the woods to the site. He had given...
The road stretched out through the wild landscape, the only sign of human civilisation in an otherwise pristine setting. A soft purr began in the distance, getting louder until at last a dusty old pick-up truck crested the rise, sunlight glinting off its edges. Behind the wheel, sunglasses on, once pale skin browning in the heat, his strawberry blonde hair b...
Chapter Fifteen: We Meet Each Other's Parents and There Is A Wedding Ready to Go. [Sunday late morning]. "How many sissy maids have agreed to come clean for us Hun?" Kerri asks. "Three little sweetie maids Babe." I smile and reply. "They will be by on Wednesday before our Friday wedding. They are all so excited to play sissy house maids for us while t...
Author's Note: Heyooo! Here's a quick, fun, sci-fi piece fleshed out from a dream I had recently. Like most of my inappropriate dreams, I woke up before things got good. Even my subconscious is cock-blocking me - hehe. Hope you like! Thank you to the Great and Powerful LaRascasse for his editing voodoo, and to WaterBurn and karaline for taking time out of...
Our hometown only has one adult bookstore in it, and my wife, Brandie and I, have played there several times. Most often, late at night, actually early in the mornings, around 1-2-3 O'clock in the mornings, as we have been on our way home from clubs, half drunk, horny, and looking for fun. This is the story of how we got thrown out of there one night, for ha...
A Night in New York HIM What a shitty day. I leave work in a foul mood, walking down Fifth Avenue. My boss is an asshole, I am bored to death, and sick of everything. I work as a stockbroker in a trading firm in Manhattan, putting in over 60 hours a week. My job is high pressure, bullshit craziness. Every day I put on my suit for 10 hours of yelling and in...
The Bavarian Hunter, a gast haus owned by friends, is as easily familiar to all of us as our own homes. Veronica glances around at the nine of them, sitting on the huge open deck next to a blazing fire. Surrounded by the glow of good friends, good wine and wonderful conversation, she basks in contentment, sprawled lazily, belly down, on a long wooden bench,...
I met an old school chum the other month whilst drowning my sorrows in a London pub. He sat on a bench outside, smoking. I'd just been for another job interview and knew it hadn't gone well. I had been out of work for six months and with my savings almost gone I was desperate and depressed. Robert was a breath of fresh air, always bright and chirpy and tod...
Chapter Five Two day cycles later, a few more reapers arrived, along with Davariel's weredragons, Drakken, and Eriel. Eriel was not the same angel Ashriel remembered. He looked solemn, somber. He hung back and barely uttered a word. When Natanael approached him about their upcoming mission, he merely nodded. "You okay, Erie?" Natanael asked putting his ha...
Chapter 9 "Maybe you should go back and wait at the inn with Bobo," Corec said to Katrin as the group headed to the constabulary building. "But what if I can help?" she said, hefting the flute she held in her left hand. He sighed. "The only weapon you've got is that dagger. I worry about you." "I wasn't the one that rushed straight at a group of five ogr...