I smelled the coffee. I wondered who had made the delivery today. I opened my eyes and saw that the light was on in my bathroom. Neither Rita nor Camille was still in the bed. I rose up and peered across the room toward the bathroom but couldn't see if anyone was in there. Nature was calling at a great rate, so I dragged myself into the bathroom and found Lo...
This is the first in a series of stories about a young couple raised with a strict religious upbringing and their discovery that there is much more to sex than they were taught as children and teenagers. Rich and Beth had been married for about three years when they moved to Silicon Valley from Cleveland where they had grown up. They made an attractive cou...
When the young and ambitious Continental Congress of the United States signed the Northwestern Treaty in 1787, it opened up the lands west of the Ohio and Allegheny rivers to homesteading. The original thirteen colonies had felt the need to expand beyond the eastern coastal area, into the unexplored western lands. By boat or by land, settlers arrived at a sm...
As they showered and caressed one another in amongst the soap suds Dan and Kay knew that this would be the a wonderful anniversary yet again. They had shared many of their fantasies throughout the week and tonight would be the last one of their week long shared presents to each other. Dan had arranged everything prior to this evening and now he was about t...
Early the next morning Roger got busy gardening. He once again took the tiller out and spent the day tilling the old garden spot to make it ready for planting. The next day he cut some of the dry grass beside the first garden patch with his trusty weed eater and began tilling it. When the women questioned him he told them that if he was successful they would...
Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...
Thank you Lady D for your help. Jack sat in the plush velvet chair with his head lowered; the sweet sounds of the church choir filled his ears. His long, thick black hair fell across his closed dark eyes. He held the thick; leather covered Bible in his hardened hands. Hands that only ten years ago were used to kill anyone that stood in the way of completing...
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
This essay is the antidote to the mind-numbing horde of self-help gurus clogging up the best seller list with their recycled platitudes and hyphenated feel-good life-strategies. Have you ever known anyone who actually benefited from a self-help book (besides the author?) It's time to get real, folks. It's time to embrace a life-strategy that follows the path...