The doctor's appointment was almost over, Mari just needed her temperature taken and reflexes taken and everything would be done. She was sitting on the paper on the padded doctor bed/table/thing. She had on a paper gown, back open, exposing her supple skin and new oroburos tattoo on the small of her back. That was a whim, NOT drunken, but an idea that came...
I love to travel. I love the excitement before the journey; the planning, the packing, the arranging. Tickets, passport, taxi. I love going onboard an airplane, I love watching the landscape rush by and then sink out of view as the plane takes off. I love checking in, claiming luggage, going to the hotel, another check-in, arriving at my home-for-the-duratio...
Let's not go into useless details. First I flew into Las Vegas. After a night, paying cash, I flew to San Diego, landing at Lindburgh Field and, after a couple of weeks, lucked into a modest apartment, in a modest building, down by Hermosa Park in Bird Rock, south of La Jolla. Compared to other places in the area, and being close to the water, it was only ex...
My Mazda RX-7 was a weekend project while I worked on the car lot, a fixed wreck that's now indomitable, painted black, a vehicle for my plans. One, learn a trade. Done. Two, get a car. Done. Three, leave. Done. Four, find Donovan. Inconsequential. Plan four killed me. I drove around the country pursuing it. Took the money I had leftover from the...
A very slow built story about a character's transformation from being entirely male, to having to accept his magically switching gender. There are sexy bits and they will be more frequent in planned subsequent chapters, but they are not the main focus. Please do not expect any quick thrill out of this story, but please make the most of the progressive deve...
Mike Morgan It had been a long exhausting trip: Tortola to Miami, then across the pond to Lisbon, and then the final leg to Horta. My legs were numb from sitting so long. As the taxi rolled into town during a beautiful late May afternoon, I considered the days to come. I had been contracted as delivery captain on a transatlantic run back to the BVIs in a...
I'M OLDER BUT NO ONE CALLS ME MA BARKER. She weighs 210 pounds but she's no empty suit. All characters are adults. Tyrone stared into the flashlight beam. Jackie Bajavez lifted her blonde head off the pillow to look, too. "Hey nigger? Ever hear of 'the man'?" Jackie recognized the familiar voice. "Uh huh," the black man replied and stared at the light....
Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake To the readers: I chose 'My Way'...
I was twenty-four years old when all of this started. My husband and I had gotten married at twenty for me, and twenty-one for him. At the time we had just found out we were pregnant. I ended up losing the baby right after the wedding and we never tried again. Electing to really get our lives together before starting a family. I worked full time and my husba...
The Emirate of Kobekistan is one of those wonderful places where a visitor feels that they have stepped back into a more leisurely, more dignified era of history, but without sacrificing any of the more useful gadgets of modern civilisation. Air-conditioning protects the inhabitants from the rigours of a sub-tropical climate. Motor cars whisk them from one b...