by Philip Johnson Prologue Tanya and Jay Sheffield, your typical couple in their low thirties. Jay was six feet tall with sandy hair, a quick smile and an above average physique, and he still considered himself average. And then there was Tanya. Not a stunning woman as looks go. Dark blond hair and average blue eyes, but s...
The morning talk radio blared as her alarm clock clicked over to on. Sarah lifted her sleepy head, shaking her brunette hair away from her beautiful green eyes, to read the time. It was7am and it came very early for her. The next two days were going to be very eventful. Sarah Lanzano was the captain of the cheer squad for the Topeka College basketball team,...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
True Love Is Free Many of you have been following the adventures of Francis, but Francis had a younger brother, a very spiritual guy who felt that he had a greater calling in life. Actually Sonny wanted to be a locomotive engineer when he was a kid, but locomotives are being phased out. He chose the next best thing. A preacher. His real name is Larry, but w...
Copyright © 2015 by Flavian My thanks to Harry R for helping to edit this beast into some semblance of readability. Infidelity? Oh ... There's an App for that ... I guess that you could say that my world started on that slow downhill slide into a shit pile while I was waiting out the airline rescheduling in Milwaukee. They had me grounded overnight becaus...
THE CONFIDENTIAL SERIES Doctor-Patient Confidentiality Volume One Eme Strife Copyright© Eme Strife. 2013. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the author's express consent. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or us...
First Weekend I sat in my office, trying to find the ending. The film was stuck, like its protagonist, in a state of limbo. Either it was the ending that we shot—four months ago, almost—or it was something I'd need to create, in the edit suite, there on my computer. Using an extension cord borrowed from my roommate Jose. Something that had yet had to exist....
Every year on the shore of Lake Michigan, where the Milwaukee and the Kinnikinnic Rivers meet, there is a music festival called Summerfest, a.k.a., The Big Gig. Numerous stages going at one time. Everything from blues to hard rock. And always a crowd. They went one hot sultry night, years ago. A group of college friends. Mostly to hear Maynard Ferguson at t...
Photo: Asian Sundae Once again, the manila envelope bore no return address, just a cancellation mark from Milwaukee. Inside was only a single photograph. The focal point of this five-by-seven image was the same beautiful young Asian girl from the previous mysteriously-sent photo. She lay upon her back once again, this time on a long wooden bench in a lock...
It had been a long time since I had gone out and done anything social; a very long time. Six months prior, my girlfriend of three years, Jessica, and I had decided to part ways. Not long before we broke up, we had been talking of marriage, kids, a house, pets. Something I had said had driven her from me. Don't get me wrong, we had a very communicative relati...