This story is written for Miss S. She is travelling abroad in a former Eastern Bloc country when she is pulled in for questioning in relation to a suspect package found in her luggage. The story is written to her directly, and I hope that this style doesn't put you off! * You are at the airport when you begin to feel slightly panicky. There should be no re...
Tanya nervously clutched her purse to her chest as she walked through the heavy door. She pulled off her sunglasses that had been in place hiding her face, despite the fact that it was overcast and dark outside. She eyed the reception area as she pulled the door shut behind herself. The building on the outside resembled an inner-city residential house that...
Emmy and I make it home to my front door unseen, much to my relief, our crotches are still soaking wet from Emmy pissing on me not more than 5 minutes before. We stumble in the house punch drunk with passion and I make my way straight to the drinks cabinet to pour us both a stiff drink. I notice Emmy wandering into the kitchen and when I walk through to hand...
The air cooled noticeably when I reached the edge of the wood and passed from the glorious warmth of the summer's day into its cool embrace. I walked on for a hundred yards or so until a glint of sunlight off metal caught my eye. I noticed a car parked a short way down a little track, a tributary to the dirt road I was currently walking along, and there seem...
I dropped down under the shade of the tree next to Bill and Joe. "Has she been out yet?" "Ya don't see any laundry hangin' up do ya'?" Joe observed. "Good, I had to finish fixing the fence out back, I thought she might be done by now." Working on a cattle ranch in Montana in my youth did not offer many possibilities for sexual entertainment. We couldn't l...
"I feel like singing today. Care to join me, Little Bit?" "Oh yes, Mommy, I do!" Emaline bounced behind Elunara. "You sing so pretty." From the house, Elunara snagged one of her boards and draped the strap over her shoulder. Hand in hand they walked down to the amphitheater. Lydia had the children lined up and had them singing in harmony. "Care for some...
While Kerri was hugging Di and J.T., asking after Meagan, Marty and Shauna's younger daughter, asking when we'd see all the grandkids, I ambled up to my corn-shucking friend. "Hey, ya boozebag, how ya been?" Such was my usual greeting to Marty. "Been better; been worse," my old shipmate replied. "Gettin' any these days?" He suddenly began coughing while Sha...
Molly and Me By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer This very short tale about nothing, is dedicated to friend good friend of mine, I'm sure he'll know who he is. We all wish you the best my friend and hope to see you writing again very soon. But just a little hint before anyone gets out of his/her pram. This is another of those stories where the reader has to be...
The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living. She came to me for a portr...
"What the fuck are you doing Cathy?" Cathy jumped up from the bed pushing Danielle aside as she ran after her husband of thirty minutes. How the hell could she have been so stupid to get busted like this on her wedding night? This was not happening to her. She knew it was risky but Danielle had been very persistent all day. "Wait Mark. It is not what you t...