Copyright 2018, PostScriptor — Saturday Afternoon about 3:00 PM, Ragged Point, California "Robert. Come here and look at this." "Margret," spoken in a weary voice, accustomed to spousal demands, answered. "I've just sat down on this very comfortable bench after wandering for hours along this fantastic trail with its spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean,...
Max Burnage Ep. 01: Cheaters Beware The following is a spin-off of my series, "Cheater's Gallery," which features Adrestia Rhamnousia. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. (Yes, I do moderate comments.) And remember, this is...
Justine: FIRST BONDAGE * ONE Justine paused at the door of the shingled Berkeley house--built in the twenties, probably; mature pine trees, slightly unkempt landscaping like all the others on this residential block--ordinary, charmingly seedy. So why was she standing here, sweating slightly, so reluctant to ring the doorbell? Twenty nine, an associate pro...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
This is my contribution to the "HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2016". It was written under time pressure again -- I hope it doesn't show too much... ************* Rick's fantasy girl, compiled from the best of the best of his dreams, and still, somehow, miraculously coming together perfectly. And he almost ran into her with his car. Long, curly, dark brown hai...
This story is written as a 'companion piece' to my 'Spinal Meningitis is No Joke' series, but it can be read as a standalone tale. It is based on an idea contributed by Ciguardian, and my thanks go out to him for his suggestions, as well as for his editing of the resulting story. ***** Jeannie Conrad was both an excellent nurse and the embodiment of stunni...
Chapter 2 concluded with Gwen departing the conference for home. ------------------------ When I left Gwen's room I returned to mine and realized that I had never before felt a void inside me. What had happened? There was simply no logical explanation for the undeniable fact that I had met Gwen forty-eight hours before, had shared unspeakable intimacies w...
Let me start by saying I love teachers. Many of my dearest friends are teachers. Y'all have a depth of patience that I cannot begin to fathom. This story came about in 2014. Several nights in a row the news told me of some new case of a teacher messing with a student. Ten cases, eight were perpetrated by females. Even as I wrapped the story up news broke of...
This is Part One of a two-part story. I wish she hadn't tried so hard. Maybe if Madi Adams hadn't tried so hard, I wouldn't have taken her for granted. I know -- it sounds like I'm blaming her. I'm really not. There's no question -- what happened was entirely my fault. Still, if Madi hadn't tried so hard, I think I would have better appreciated the things t...
I like hardboiled film noir, especially Raymond Chandler. Noir means "dark "and this piece is certainly that. I am exploring why people do self-destructive things. None of the characters are angels. But no one is completely evil either; with one glaring exception – Thanks for reading me – DT ***** I was at a two-top in Sheffield's. They were sitting in the...