This is a repost of a story I submitted last fall. The only excuse I have for that first submission was I wrote it during and after some serious health issues and my mind wasn't working right. When I submit a story I always tell readers I like the constructive criticism I get, but the slash and burn comments are deleted fast. On this story I got some good c...
I'm sure that in the life of every private detective there comes a day when he is woken up by a pounding on his door. And that, after he foolishly opens the door without looking first, he gets his ass beaten up by three incredible women who were dressing in black vinyl, leather, studded belts, and high heels. Also of course, this theoretical private detectiv...
Jamie watched her from the far side of the vegetable aisle, risking the occasional glance from behind the safety of the beefsteak tomatoes. Long, skinny fingers – devoid of rings of any kind - handled ripe cantaloupes, squeezing them and testing them for ripeness. Her eyes were hidden behind oversized sunglasses, the kind one would only see on supermodels an...
bookONE : REALities * * * on a gathering storm / comes a tall handsome man / but hidden in his coat / is a red right hand * * * * * * The power runs on sunlight. On a really good day, some of us are allowed into the gym, and we can watch the TV for three hours. Old DVDs. Usually they'll just store it for the lights at night. We have a couple gas gene...
"Ho, ho, ho." John and Susan have no money but give one another a Christmas to be remembered. "All I want for Christmas is a big gangbang, a big gangbang, watch a big gangbang. Gee, if I could watch you in a big gangbang, then I could wish you a Merry Christmas." "John, what are you singing in there?" "Sorry, Susan," said John with a chuckle. "I was just...
Brock's Story Valentines Day sucks. I wandered the streets seeing all of the lovey-dovey couples; it made me sick to see them. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that they are happy. It's just me that's miserable. As I walked, I passed by another couple, a tall handsome man about my age and his partner, a petite blonde. "Thankyouthankyou thankyou!" she says as...
A story by The Wanderer writing as Denham Forrest. My thanks go to Techsan for his kind assistance in the editing of this story and to SH for the encouragement she gives me to continue to write my demented ravings. Copyright© 2008 Denham Forrest, The Wanderer The Price of Fame Chapter 01 I suppose it was funny how it all started up again really. Stella...
Chapter 3 Be a Man Shane got out of the car in the middle of a block on Santa Monica Boulevard without looking back at the driver or acknowledging him in any way. She'd seen Clive loitering on the sidewalk in front of a record store, and she asked the driver to stop. He'd jammed on the brakes and as soon as the car had slowed enough Shane popped the door a...
Eleven months ago "You ready to head back home, Mrs. Armstrong?" he asked. "I guess. I just wish this feeling could last forever!" his new wife told him. "If we make it a priority, I don't see why it can't." "I know they say 'all good things must come to an end', but it would be so wonderful to have another two weeks added to our honeymoon." "I couldn't...
Author's note: thanks to those of you who have read my stories. I would ask that you take the time to vote and comment. This is the only way I can find out if you like my offerings. Please take a moment to comment publicly or privately. Let me know what you like or don't, please be specific. Thanks much. ***** I walked off the cool airplane into the 100 d...