The gladiator entered the arena to the tumultuous applause of the three thousand spectators. He raised his arms and turned to face each direction in turn, finishing with a bow to the Empress. He was tall, muscular, his body bronzed by the hot sun and toned by the months of training. He carried two weapons, yet neither seemed fit for such a figure. Wrapped r...
Charlie couldn't believe it when he got the call. "How would Wednesday suit?" he was asked. "Oh but no money, the girls said you would be suitably rewarded. Not sure what that means, but they said you would know." Charlie grinned. "Wednesday is fine. Is it Anna and Maria again? "Yes." "Okay, tell them the same gate." "Good morning ladies," Charlie smile...
Noon, a stretch of beach with less family and more college kids. From Nick's Corvette he used a pair of binoculars to scan the area. He spotted multiple volleyball games along a desolate portion of sand. Examining every outlet and the positions of lifeguards he points toward a game of jocks. There was a difference, this time there was another girl involved....
Chapter 1: Crossing Tides "Mother... Father... I hope you are resting well beneath the ocean waves..." Marc tossed the bundle of flowers as hard as he could, his strong lean body easily hurling it over the waves crashing loudly against the rocks. His dazzling ocean blue eyes followed it until it plunged into the ocean, the weight of the rock tied to them pu...
I like to play tennis, even if I'm not very good at it. I don't like to wear tennis panties, though, because they are not made out of silk or cotton, which are the two fabrics I like next to my skin. In addition to feeling good, cotton or silk panties have a tendency to ride up during exercise, exposing more and more of the flesh of my bottom. So naturally I...
I wish to pose the question, 'Will the Internet be the end of life in America as we know it?' I find this a difficult subject to write on with an unbiased eye, as I am a big fan of the Internet and find myself on it daily. We see institutions of the American way of life collapsing around us every day and most due at least in part to the Internet. As a long...
She jacked in for the third time this evening, hearing her cable modem screaming as it made the connection. Lori had kept the sound as a reminder of her first days on the 'Net. Ironically, in those days the sound of her modem and "you've got mail" were about the only things her computer spit back at her. Now, well, now everything came back. Especially buzz,...
This is a story I wrote in recognition of Carrie1, her stories inspired me to write something myself using her sports persona from the volleyball series she wrote. I let her see it long before I finally decided to post it and I hope you all enjoy it. Be sure to check out her range of stories as well which are truly amazing. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++...
Thwack. Thwack. Our neighborhood tennis courts were being resurfaced so I had to come to the public courts in Smith Park to practice my serve. Soft toss, rotate shoulders, lean into the ball, follow through. I was focused intently on my form. In. In. In. A little wide, damn. In. In. In. In. In. Just out. Well, if I can serve at 80% in the city finals next we...
A full moon danced in and out of the clouds as night took over, gulls that were still looking for food dipped in and out of the ocean filling the air with soft cawing. The beam from the lighthouse swung in giant circles and cut through the thin fog that covered the sea. Slowly she emerged from the water, lifting herself onto one of the rocks that littered he...