I moved around the bed and unbuckled and kicked off my jeans, stood in only my undershorts once again. 'You all right if I stay like this?' I said. 'Of course.' 'I can put on my shirt if you're going to be embar-' She cut me off with a roll off her eyes. 'Look, you've got on more than I have. Just please get in this bed before I get mad.' She propped hers...
Small town life can be pretty boring. I made this observation to my buddy Jim late one afternoon as we sat on a bench drinking sodas. We'd spent the last hour shooting basketballs and a combination of heat and my increasing lack of fitness had ensured that Jim had quite literally run rings around me. Or maybe he was just a better on a court than I was. 'I t...
This story series is a spin off of the successful and wildly popular "Journal of an Agent" by Carnage Jackson. At the end of Carnage’s story, the main character, Dean Simonds, faces a major dilemma, where he has to choose between staying in Hollywood with Alyssa Milano, or heading back east with Natalie Portman. Please note that this might not necessarily ha...
(Note : This is a genuinely true story. Kate is my girlfriend and we have lived together for just over a year. All the situations that follow actually happened as written. Above everything, she is the one who grinds my gears for me. No one else even comes close. I might occasionally write about other women, but she is the one that I desire and curl up to lat...
Chapter 2: Charlize Theron and Nicole Kidman It was hard to believe that Cotton Baxter had only been in L.A. for two months. In that time she had gone from a tiny studio apartment and a beat up old volkswagen Beetle to a downtown loft and a brand new BMW. She was far from rich, but after selling three of her scripts and staring in two small commercials, she...
January 15, 2011 I was in a content place as I drove through Hollywood on this particular Saturday. The temp agency hadn't called about a new job yet, but I didn't expect them to right now. My regular freelance work was earning me more money than ever, and I had even finished a draft of a book. So I felt I earned a nice sight-seeing drive, especially since...
This chapter is still sort of a work in progress – there were two additional scenes I originally planned for it, but because of the severe lateness in getting it out, they were bumped to the last and final chapter. So my apologies for such a short (and relatively sex free I might add) chapter, but I promise that the last chapter will make up for it, as well...
There is nothing more nourishing to my soul than the feel of her warm naked body sleeping next to me. Her naked skin is a drug that has made me nothing but a hard-on. My body seems smaller in my mind, and my cock is straight up under the covers. She is on her back under the covers with her left leg straight, and her right leg bent at the knee and resting o...
My family and I live in a nice little three bedroom house, built during our town's post-WWII housing boom. Long before Karen and I bought it the basement was finished off as a separate apartment, so we rent it out. If you've ever owned a rental property you already know that it's bad enough to have a deadbeat tenant at all, much less one living right under...
In the wasteland, many things are unknown. It's never certain when you'll get your next meal, if you're about to be raided and slaughtered, if you'll ever have sex again before you die. Above all though, is what many people claim but no one can concrete as fact: What is beyond the walls. You see, most people live in large settlements, with massive walls to k...