After the coming of the Darkula, survival is all that matters... A story in the tradition of the 'Man's Action Adventure' pulp magazines. There's movement, from the floors below. So she's pacing on the raw stalks of nerves. Strange days. Scared of what every sound portends. Been sealed up here for a month, keeping the mad world at bay. Keeping to shadows...
Pammy squares her shoulders as she opens the door to the bar. Stepping over the threshold, she squints in the smoky room, trying to find her bright-headed friend, Janet. It's packed. She glances at her watch, noting the time. She's early, a curse of hers. As she makes her way to the bar, through mounds of people reluctantly giving way, she spies a table for...
11:20. Just after our third or fourth (I lose count) round of lovemaking over the last hour, and Jaid is going to be late, soon. She is an exotic dancer at Passions, on the East Side which is across town from us. Cheesy name, but the club is a huge draw, which can mainly be attributed to its nightly featured act my wife. Met her when we attended the same...
He had liked the house when he first saw it. Very old fashioned, it would need a lot of up grades, but he felt it had something. He didn’t know what, but there was something that attracted him. Far too big, for his current needs, but the price was unbelievably low. It had been sitting on the market for over a year with corresponding drops in price as the mon...
My parents divorced when I was 6. I was brought up by my dad, and I did not make it easy for him. I was the classic product of a broken home, as we used to say. I became a chronic bed wetter, meaning my dad had to wash all the sheets and bedclothes most days - and this was before many people had washing machines. He took them to a launderette. Why he didn'...
It was in early 2001 that I met her. I was married and actually quite happy with my home life. We were now a childless couple as both the boys had moved away. Our eldest had joined the army and our youngest was living in Toronto at a university residence. Life was good, predictable but good. Terry was well known for her strict religious beliefs. At 5’ 10” t...
I was dripping with sweat. What a workout. I had been so tired after working late that I wasn't sure if I was even going to make it to the gym, a rare occurrence for me, but now I was glad I had come. Exercise always cleared my head- now, the stresses of the day were gone and all I could think about was getting home and having big, hot meal and a long, hot s...
This story is not real. That means I made it up. No characters are real, I made them up also. I want to thank my mystery editor for all his fine work as usual! No words were hurt in the writing of this story. Enjoy my short story and always practice safe sex. * All the way from the plane ride, to the airport, to the taxi, to home I had a strange feeling....
This is not just a sex story. It's a love story, with discoveries, first times and lots of sex. It more or less wrote itself, so both characters get their say; I hope it works. I didn't want any gross exaggerations of giant breasts and genitals, movie star looks, etc. but I did want it interesting - and fun. Of course any constructive comments and compliment...
Joe and Helen Ch. 1: Joe's Story I lived in this house for several years. Even after my husband left me for the sweet young thing he met and the divorce was final. I have a nice, large backyard, which I care for religiously. And adjacent to my yard, facing the side street is a small house where an old man lives. We never had much to say to each other, jus...