The neon sign outside said The Back Room, or at least it was supposed to. Three of the letters had burned out and never been replaced, so what it actually said was The Broom, and that's what it was called by its degenerate patrons. It could generously be called a bar, but in truth it was a hole in the wall. The pool tables were scratched to hell, and used le...
I had bought a small cottage that overlooked the cove, waves pounded the beach, while gulls screamed in pleasure as they dipped and wheeled across the sky. The cottage was reached by driving 2 miles down a deep rutted, rough track; it snuggled into the side of a hill, protected from prying eyes by a small wood of tall oak, beach and sycamore. When I first...
The tires are humming along the road; a warm breeze blows through the open car windows. I am singing along with the iPod player in my car -- my favorite tunes as often as I want. As the miles pass by I feel freer and freer, my worries are flying out the window and landing by the road to be left behind. I steer with my knees for a moment as I put my long bro...
Preamble: A year and a half ago, I met a woman who started working in the criminal court division I oversee. I'm a fairly private person, and I don't let many people into my life (if you are wondering why a private person would be posting something like this, so am I). I'm quite happy with my six best friends (four from high school, two from law school) and...
Just as I had asked, she wore black stockings held up by a garter belt, the scalloped black straps curving deliciously, tightly, across the full moons of her ass. Her lipstick was blood red, transforming her mouth into a lewd gash that smiled up at me as she gently circled the girth of my cock with her gloved hand. Black satin opera gloves rose up her over h...
TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series. Hi there. My name is Dexter Malcolm. I take pictures for a living. I used to ruin - or sometimes improve - people's careers for a living. I would take photographs of them in particularly compromising positions, and...
Katy was sitting perplexed in the coffee shop, trying to find reasonable thoughts in her blank mind. She thought that maybe there is an explanation to what has just happened. She kissed a very good friend - a girl. It's nothing like her, she's not gay, not even bisexual. 'Or is she?', her mind was playing games with her. She knew Jane from work and they had...
I stifled a sneeze for the fourteenth time today. When your nose is shoved beside a dusty floor sweep and you are stuck in that position for around five hours boredom takes on a new meaning, and I thought the life of an industrial intelligence freelancer would be all glamour. Granted that time in Laos getting pictures of Hansra Corperation's CTO with that un...
This is the story of a friend that is flying in from across country to spend time with me while I drive back home. Hope you like it. I tried to get the flow of the story and grammar correct but if you have any constructive criticism, feel free to comment. Thanks. ***** I'm picking you up at the airport after not seeing you for four years and reconnecting,...
Chapter 1 – New Beginnings "Good morning! Hey Randalf, where you dreaming about naked women again?" "Wow, Sandra! Why are you walking around like that?" "Like what? You're my big brother!" "Whatever! I'm still a guy. Just put some clothes on already!" "Get over it! All I'm trying to do is cheer up my sad, lonely, celibate big brother. Don't you feel luc...