In the morning Caroline came back, but she knocked on the regular, front door again. I opened it, a little alarmed to see her there, and wondering if this was when she would blush, apologize for her drunken outburst, or else forget entirely about the incident of the night before. But instead she looked deep into my eyes and took a step closer to me. "That...
Eric woke up in his bed, climbing to consciousness. He stretched, then started suddenly, he realized he did not know how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was driving in his car. Then there had been a green light off in the woods and then... bed. He looked around. He was not in his room. It looked like his college dorm room, but it was not...
Confessions of a whoremonger. I am writing this story as a mini-series. There is quite a bit to tell of the year that I was in Korea. This story is mostly true. I say mostly because of changing the names of the guilty, but also because I have forgotten most of the names that I did know. I am writing from a series of memories that may be somewhat clouded, a...
I had had a football party at my place and most of the guys had already left. I was in the process of finishing what was left to clean up. Thankfully, most of my friends had become helpful in that area, as most of them were married and had learned some domestic etiquette from their wives. My neighbor across the street was the only one left and insisted on he...
Jenny Jackson walked through the glass, double, Kawneer doors on the front of the Oregon Employment Division field office in Beaverton at 9:30 AM. The office was a nice single story brick building with tall, radius-head windows and black glass that did not allow anyone to see in from the outside. The appearance was one of red brick with tall, black, keyholes...
I don't exactly know what it was that made me go buy the services of a prostitute. Well, okay, I must admit that the last statement wasn't entirely true. Actually, the truth of the matter is that I can't really pinpoint it. The obvious answer seems to be lust. I could say that the reason I did it was simply that I was driven by the pure desire to have se...
Author's Note: I love Country Music. I know for many you are hanging your head and saying 'why Red... why?' I really like George Straight's song "She Let Herself Go" and I started a series with that title, but the woman in that story is different from this character. The character in "She Let Herself Go" is just as special to me, but as I looked back and r...
Sheryl knew she needed a way out. Since The Crash, her entire life had fallen apart. She should have left New York after 911-but she was just too attached to her job and the people she worked with. It was all just too hard to believe. First most of Los Angeles had been turned into a rather large crater. Then the refugees had streamed into New York. It was ob...
One day John woke up and heard a strange voice in his head telling him that he can alter anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers... he didn’t know where this came from but he wanted to try it.What's next? Mom and dad The police station Feel free to add whatever The neighbor little sister His Aunt Bratty Sister and Her Bratty Friend Himself His Sist...
It was 03:00 AM in the swingers club. Carla and Matthew have been here before and liked every aspect of it. They like the jacuzzi the best, because naked people are just sitting here and enjoying the warm water and sometimes play with each other. The best part is that you cannot see what is happening under the water, but you can guess by looking at the faces...