Mrs. Khanna ran into Mrs. Sorabji as the latter was stepping out of an exclusive shoe store at Nariman Point in Mumbai. "Hi Yasmin," exclaimed Mrs. Khanna," haven't seen you in ages! How are you?" "Very well, thank you. And you?" "Oh, vadhiya ji vadhiya," said Preeti Khanna jovially, then her eyebrows knitted into a frown, "you are a clinical psychologist...
This story is a work of fiction. It's about an 18 year old boy named Jim (my alter ego) who gets himself in a bit of trouble and ends up in a juvenile boot camp. The story describes Jim's entrance physical exam as it is given by a female doctor and nurse. Please let me know what you think. ------------------------------------------ Jim was silent as he w...
Dreams of Jeanie. Her smile. She laughs, her teeth and eyes sparkle with a blinding radiance. She leans in to kiss me. Her lips are soft. She smells sweet. She covers me, smothering me. She's warm, light, gentle. She's naked. I kiss her skin everywhere. We roll tangled together. Kisses soft and wet and desperate. I'm above her, I'm pressed against her, I'm i...
I was leaning against the garden gate with a glass of punch when I noticed Evelyn coming out onto the veranda and sweeping her eyes over the guests gathered for our cousin Emily's engagement party. Her dark eyes caught mine and she shook her beautiful brown hair as she walked across the lawn toward me, frowning. "Timothy, are you hiding? I have been looking...
"Who was that Master," Sonia asked sleepily as I hung up the phone. "It's kind of early for random calls, and you didn't just hang up on them, so it must have been important." "It was Julien actually. He knows I am usually awake by six and was too excited to wait any longer. I'm happy to inform you that Julia Marie Slade was born this afternoon. Seven pound...
I know I haven't published anything in a while. I got stuck rewriting chapter 4 of My Blue Pill and starting chapter 2 of Thom Thom and Not Letting Go. Instead I started a few new stories. But life happens and the weather gets nicer, so writing hasn't been as big of a priority lately. With that said, here's a new story I hope you like. I'm putting this und...
It was after ten when I left Aunt Joyce's house on Friday evening. It is our ladies gab night when we do our nails. The main topic that evening being the wedding. Danny was upstairs in his new study when I let myself in and locked the doors behind me. I spend all my Friday and Saturday nights with him now. I went immediately to my office and put our weddi...
I had completed the chore I'd volunteered to do for my sister Carol. I'd driven her car up from Houston, Texas to her in Nashville, Tennessee where she'd been asked to report as soon as possible to accept a new job and promotion in her company. The promotion had been so important to her career she'd flown up immediately to accept it. I'd driven her car up at...
[With humble apologies to Walker Percy.] You might not believe that anything so insignificant as a single letter of the alphabet could matter so much. But it all depends on the context. I was sitting at our desk one evening, looking at my daughter Katie's medical forms. Katie was about to start kindergarten, so the pediatrician had given her a complete p...
Author's note: Thanks to techsan for his "as good as it gets" editing. As for DG Hear … hey, thanks for making me feel like I'm a better writer than I am. A reminder that the author previously known as Dynamite Jack is now Jake Rivers. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I sat on the floor staring at the dying embers. The coals from the large fire I'd built...