Two Fridays ago, November 14, 1975, was a really fun day, the memories from which I'm sure will live in my heart and soul forever. At 5:15 pm in the lobby tavern of the swank William Penn Hotel in downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I discovered through the sports report on KDKA-TV that I, Travis Rook, from the Ivy League's University of Pennsylvania, was n...
To be honest, I was quite the explorative child, with a strong sense of interpretation and honesty of circumstances and intent. I never had the infamous "talk" with my parents; the culture and practice of sex was quite apparent and relevant to me. I remember once that my mother had attempted to convince my father that we should stop watching R rated movies a...
She came walking into my room, her steps long and slow. I hadn't really thought about it before, but she moved in a decisive, strong, capable way. There were no uncertainties, she seemed to know exactly where she was going and what she was doing, every step of the way. I couldn't help taking a second and a third look at her, because I realized she had someho...
I’ve written this story in my journal many times. Each time I tell this tale to myself, I remember another half forgotten detail about the wonderful woman who taught me how to make wild, passionate love. I know I will never tire of repeating this story. Arlene Calvin was the love of my life. Yes, that’s right, Arlene Calvin; the famous actress you see on la...
"I know that this is unusual, but there have been complaints recently in the news about partisan meetings like this being held in the Capitol itself. I am Rep. Kara Peters of Oklahoma, the Minority Leader of the U.S. House of Representatives. Rep. Sean Murphy of New York, the House Minority Whip, is here with me. He has an announcement of a serious matter fo...
Note to reader: This story follows the fortunes of Roya Ismailov, whose father Hossein Ismailov, is the absolute dictator of the Republic of Azerbaijan. Roya is his eldest and most feared daughter with an appetite for violence and sex. She's a businesswoman, criminal, fashion model, singer and holds the office for oil and gas within the government. She holds...
I wake up, I stretch, I see it laying on my night stand. I run my hand over its rough hide. Warren's log, and I am giving it to him today. I dress quickly. I hope Izzy is in the kitchen. I have never been this excited about a log. Most of the logs are standard issue except for the name and the actual design. Most of my young men have never made it inside th...
Author's note: Many thanks to mehiali for editing this for me and farechilde for giving me ideas. I hope you enjoy this story. If you do, please vote and leave a comment or drop me an email, all feedback is greatly appreciated. I'd especially like to hear from anyone who has thoughts on what I can improve, what works well or ideas they'd like to see me write...
Agent Andrews began, "Please bear with me. I hope to have most of your questions answered by the time I finish giving the reason you are here today, and a synopsis of what has led to our actions. First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Hunter and her daughter are here under protective custody. No one is under arrest for any crime. Let me make that clear. Mr...
The train looked older than what I was expecting, but it had character. The interior was spacious, and there was an Old World charm to the wooden paneling and worn leather seats. Looking around, I decided the place was just a bit threadbare but still inviting. I threw my bags into an overhead rack and settled down into one of the booths. The high-back seats...