This story is part of my My Naive Boyfriend series, though it's meant to stand alone. If you haven't read the other two, no worries, I've written this to be understood either way. Also, it's divided into three distinct chunks, in case it's too long for you to want to read at once. Sidenote: most of what I know about Japanese onsens comes from watching (untr...
In 1936 they had their first and only real success. The agency had been consulting with people who had been involved with Eastern disciplines and finding a certain agreement among them that great power was accessed in the "chakras" of the lower spine. "Svadhishthana" they called it. Great human potential could be unlocked through this region. People who had...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the s...
The Passenger Chapter 10 "I've got to hand it to you, Deke," I said to the man sitting across from me. "I've seen you looking rough before, but never like this." Deke said nothing, but I knew he remembered. Those had been his exact same words to me, the last time we met, and I'd wanted to thrown them back in his face for a long time now. I don't think I'm...
James hated standing in lines – hated it with a passion. Especially airport lines, and this line was a dilly. He'd blown his timing totally, which was most unusual for him. He sighed, shrugged, quit being mad at himself, and queued up. Fifty ahead of him? Brando's famous line from 'Apocalypse Now' ran through his head: "The horror. The horror." He settle...
I Standing quite some distance above the black, turbulent waters below, Miles Scott had never been more aware of the genuine fragility of his own life. But despite this particular awareness as he teetered upon the edge of a precipice of life-threatening proportions, he felt strangely calm. The city, now that the night was here, was dead quiet and hauntingl...
(Our weekend together began when Connie came to our place after work on Friday. Friday afternoon and evening were idyllic. We went to sleep exhausted.) Our guest room, "Connie's room", had twin beds. I slept in one to be close to her. I don't think I awoke once during the night. When I did wake, the sun was streaming in the window and I could hear Connie hu...
The hulking form of Lenard Byson closed in on Alice Mihara. She quickly backed into the hotel room and squeezed between a wall and a high end table crowded with boxes. This wasn't Lenard Byson the gangster she had escaped from in 1983 Las Vegas. Regardless of that fact, the guy looked pissed and seemed bent on doing her serious bodily harm. "I searched all...
So, on this particular Tuesday morning in April, toward the end of third period to be exact, I was kneeling astride a phys ed teacher and football coach, Lance Lightsaber (better known as "Jumbo"), who was flat on his back behind a pile of Monday's dirty laundry in the back corner of the War Memorial High School weight training room. And I was about to do wh...
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