"We're the only psychological research going this summer," said Professor Draper ("call me Don," he instructed when he hired me to do video for his research project this summer). He and Anna, his assistant, were showing me the place where Anna and I would be working the next seven weeks. The lab looked like what you see on TV cop shows — mirrored glass wall...
While in fiction you can do anything you like, even commit crimes and get away with them. I like to stay a little closer to reality. Life doesn't always work out like we want to or even plan for. For my critics. Yes, I am an American. English is my first language and my only language. If you think I am foreign born because of my vocabulary my high school E...
We host a gathering of the bikini and lingerie club * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to an...
Jennifer cringed back against the rough-timbered wall of the ship's claustrophobic cabin. The grinning, bronze-skinned barbarian advanced upon her in quick, sure strides, his immense, thick-muscled bulk blocking any possible escape routes. Crouching like a stalking predator, he nearly salivated as his eyes took in each of Jennifer's supple charms, cataloguin...
I sat in alone in my office at 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday night in April, preparing an important motion in a multi-million dollar malpractice suit. After editing the final draft I sat back and took a deep breath. I was exhausted, and, oddly enough, pretty horny. The wife was out of town and somehow I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night with just m...
Paul Nicholson was chubby, greying and unfit. At 33 he had had little luck with women and, in short, had retired early from the game, thrown in the towel, and now perpetually sat on the sidelines. He watched his obese friend date attractive young women. He looked on as another friend attracted the girl who would eventually become his wife by igniting a blue...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
The phone woke me from a focused stupor as my secretary let me know a call was on the line. Talking to whomever it was on the phone, anyone, would be a welcome relief from reading through the boring minutiae of the commercial pre-lease agreement in my hands. "Paul Sturner on the phone for you, Max." Paul Sturner? Now there was a blast from the past. Paul...
Author's note: I have never written a mystery before, and this is my first attempt. It is completely unedited because I've been out of town for the last week, and quite frankly, forgot that I'd promised to write for this event. Between writing for two other projects, plus releasing my debut novel, this one got lost in the shuffle. Real life always bites me...
Chapter Twenty Three On the Wednesday of the first week in February, Susan received a phone call from Katy. "It's Uncle Harry," she told her, "He's had a stroke -- not a big one, but the doctors are worried." Victor came out of the bedroom. "What's the matter?" he asked, seeing her worried look. "My uncle," she said. "He's ill -- a stroke." "You want t...