CHAPTER 1: WANTIN' A WANTON WONTON PART III: Middle Kingdom, Middle Bed See me comin', mama, throw your man out the door I ain't no stranger, I been this way before. . . . Put on your night shirt and your morning gown You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em on down. -- Robert Plant & Jimmy Page, Custard Pie There was Ginny by candlelight, legs splayed, f...
I grew up in a conservative Irish Catholic family on the East Coast. My parents are both very religious and they expected me to go to church every Sunday. I've always been shy and introverted. As I went through junior high and high school, I had a small circle of friends. I was too shy to talk to the girls. I didn't have any female friends. I started to di...
This a sequel to my earlier story, Lunch with Satan. It was a dark evening in the club, waiting for its prophet to perform. Several couples sat at tables, drinking and talking, flirting and teasing, looking and being watched. A skinny, young looking waitress in a short, dark uniform glided from table to table, her dark hair done in spit curls with a rose pe...
My wife is one of those people who have managed to reach adulthood with no conception of the actual value of money or of the fact that it can sometimes be damned hard to come by. After several years of trying to get her educated and failing I was forced to take drastic steps if only to protect my credit and keep us out of bankruptcy. I cancelled all of her c...
Mimi got a job at the little gas station down the street, nothing spectacular mind you; no gourmet dishes, no sweet smell of gumbo in the morning, no inventive recipes, and absolutely no cooking experience required. At any given time during her shift, she was likely to be covered with grease, oil, dirt, scum and other various forms of debris, but it was perf...
SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because Hope Honeybun drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his ‘shell’ with ease. Hope Honeybun’s interest in young Mr Carso...
Picture in your mind the perfect way to wake up. For each of us, it's different. Some people would like to watch the sun rise in the solitude and serene mountain air of the Grand Tetons. Others want to hear waves crashing on the shore. One of my favourites is to come out of that sleepy haze with a warm, wet sensation of someone's lips or pussy wrapped aro...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun's interest in young Mr Carson is that Nash writes a little and seems to have a worldly attitude so she commissions him to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley. Nash hears with interest about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and h...
Alexander DeMarca narrowed his grey eyes at the strip club, and grimaced with distaste. Jesus, he hated this fucking place. He hated the music, the strippers, the uniforms; even the smell turned him off. "When is this place gonna change?" he asked his best friend Cyrus, who was sitting down at one of the VIP tables. "When your father stops being a dick and...
"Cissy, would you bring in the projected revenues on the Enchante line, please?" "In a minute, Ms. Fontaine. They're coming off the LaserJet right now." I reached over and withdrew the reports from the output stacker. The stark, white paper was a contrast to my long, slender fingers with their ultra-long, crimson nails. I patted an errant lock of my full,...