Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
I heard the door to my office creak open. "Nice of you to knock," I said without looking up. "I always do." She doesn't—and I don't mind, really. Daphne Carter, director of operations for our group. Nice lady. Vaguely reminds me of a sterner version of Tina Fey. She can really scare the shit out of people when she wants to. Day and night, the two sides o...
DINNER DATE WITH GINA On a Friday evening, I showered, shaved, and put on dress clothes. On the way to Gina's home, I bought a bottle of Fendi perfume and a small bouquet of flowers. I was excited because I was going to have dinner with Gina, my first girlfriend after my wife died, at the elegant Mario's Pasta Place. Also, because my young daughter went ca...
This story may look familiar if you've read my other stuff. It's an edit of My Step-Sisters are Nudists?! (Unfortunately I couldn't think of a title as eye-catching.) I went through and removed all the mentions of and references to any sort of future familial relationship between Matthew and the girls throughout the story, because I use my time wisely. In al...
This morning began like any other morning for me. I missed most of it. This is what comes of being a night person, you tend to miss most of the mornings, at least that part of the mornings between four and eleven. As far as I was concerned mornings ended not long after my head hit the pillow, and stuttered back to life at eleven. Whoever's pillow it was didn...
Chapter I: In which Alan Cox, ordinary man, becomes Don Cocksote, righter of wrongs, lover of love, and world-famous fighter for all manner of romantic justice. * In a town in New England, the name of which I have no desire to recollect, there lived not long ago an older man, nearly sixty, of the kind who have an old scooter in the garage, an elderly cat t...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
HEADS UP: This is one of those slow-builds that you've heard about. You know, where the sex doesn't happen until the end of a long-ish chapter, pissing off anyone looking for a quick jerk before work? Yeah, like that. However, even if you're not bothered by a slow build, you should also know that the content of this story might be considered by some—includi...
It was a lovely evening; I looked my best of course. I was on my way to Tyler Perry Studios for a date with Taylor Swift. It was one of those contests where you meet a celebrity and I won. I soon arrive and a security guard escorts me to a waiting room. "They've just done wrapping up for the day, Ms. Swift will be with you soon," the guard lets me know an...
1876, the month of May. Sugar Plum, Texas, population who cares, 3 just recently though. Ghost Town in the year 2021... "RIDERS COMIN'. RIDERS COMIN'. " "Calm yerself Boy. I can see that for myself." Deputy Ira Grennen narrows his eyes to pierce the distance, stepping down from the towns creaking boardwalk for a better look. Coming from the local mercant...