Wonderful Saturday morning bright and early, you wake up right before the sunrise and sit on the porch. Curled up on the swing holding your coffee enjoying the morning sun peek over the ridge, looking out across the field seeing the couple turkeys and a few deer grazing by the pond. Just then I walk out the front screen door and join you as I curl up in my...
Leigh was excited about starting her new job. She had applied for a position in a warehouse and was pleased when she had been called and told that if she wanted the job, it was hers. After reporting to her immediate supervisor she waited for the rest of her department to show up for their morning meeting. As people started to trickle in, she was not overly s...
Jay whirled around, as Greg moved toward the phone. As soon as Greg picked up the receiver, one of the guards from hell appeared out of nowhere and smashed it back on the cradle. Greg moved away, edging back toward the others. Sutomi stood at the top of the staircase. He smiled down at all of them, and started to walk towards the first step, then proceeded...
A friend of mine from work named Brian came up to me one day. "There is going to be this get-together on Friday night. Do you want to come along?" I inquired as to what sort of party he was talking about. "A group of pagans," he told me. "Since when did you start worshiping trees and rocks?" I asked. Brian gave me this look like I was a total asshole t...
"Li Mei, I'll bring the trash down." Roger pulled the drawstring trash bag out of the Simple Humans trash container, a sleek, stainless steel, fingerprint-proofed, time-delayed lid closure extravagance of daily living. His tall, lanky body could have suggested a history as a vampire or heroin-thinned fading rock star. His bare feet in sandals reminded of a...
Who needed sleep? Calliope Cruz had remained awake the rest of the night. After coming off an all time high in arresting Renaldo Cartucci she waltzed right into the clutches of a new adversary. One far worse if his words rang true. Threats made, promises of reward following them. Confusing times these last five hours. Eying her alarm clock she sighs heavily...
I didn't know Bill that well, even though Julie and I had moved in next door just after our wedding two years ago. It was one of those suburban realities that we would see him every now and then, tending his garden, tinkering under the hood of his old convertible Mustang, but beside a brief introduction when we moved in and a brief hello every now and then,...
CHAPTER 4: ARTIST AND MODEL Introduction: The chapters of Hotbeds are supposedly written by an elderly man recalling his sexual adventures as a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960. ***** The second school was comfortable, yes, and everyone was pleasant, and there was no Madam to frustrate me. But there was apparently no prospect of sex, apart from t...
The deep forest at the edge of the village always seemed to glitter invitingly to Holly, especially at night. The way the crickets sang and the firebugs winked, it always made her want to go running through them, swift as a shadow, and dance among the moonbeams and the rustling creatures of the night. The elders had long forbid anyone from venturing any fart...
I practically choked on the inhale, pulling the joint away. "What?!" I looked back at the screen and mentally flashed through the several hundreds of pictures I'd just seen. I shook my head and tried another toke, looking back at his cock. He was still standing next to me, the head of his thing bobbing up and down. "Hey! Don't get the wrong idea. That's jus...