Author's Note: Many thanks to everyone that took the time to comment, rate, or email me about the story, you're all superstars! I apologize deeply for taking so long to post this chapter; I've been busy, busy, busy, and my tardiness bugs me more than I can say. I wanted to post this as soon as I'm finished writing it, so I didn't proofread it, and I want...
I think all, or at least most, musicians suffer the same fate. We earn a little from gigging when we can, but for most of us, other forms of employment are needed to make ends meet. Sure, there are musicians with roadies and record contracts. But most of us supplement our musical addiction with side jobs. In my case I supplement the paltry income from my ban...
Following my enlightenment I woke the next morning to birdsong and breakfast. I had slept in later than usual and even before I opened my eyes I sensed the sun already flooding into my room. Sitting at the end of my bed in a short chemise and choker I watched Kitty a moment as she held a crumpet in one hand and a buttery knife in the other. She made a littl...
This is the middle installment of a three-part novella. It picks up right where the first part left off, which may make it a bit hard to follow for those who haven't read chapter 1. As a recap: Our narrator is Dennis, a three-times-a-month regular to forty-ish prostitute Gloria, who works out of the renovated garage of her house. When he accidentally met Glo...
Prologue The stealth ship approached Earth in a weird orbit, first hiding behind the moon and then, after careful analysis of its collected data, in the tiny, constantly moving shade behind a group of geo-stationary satellites where no radar would be able to detect it. Once inside the geo-stationary layer it drifted among the debris, slowly descending witho...
Introduction: This is a work of fiction, but it is rooted in some fact. I've been reading Loving Wives stories for several months; most involve infidelity. In some cases the author finds the causes for the fidelity are rooted in some mental issue. I did some research, and found some interesting takes on this theme. This is a story that covers just two days...
"Hey cutie pie, what have you been up to?" Kim blushed as she walked across the room. I knew that even though she'd never admit it, deep down, she loved it when I called her pet names like that. I was sat on her bed, with my back against the headboard, laptop on my lap. "Oh nothing, just going through some mail," she replied. "Any love letters?" I teased....
I sat there like a stone, trying to let the bubbling life of the cafe just flow around me as I sipped at what was now a lukewarm mocha. I was equally lukewarm about my current task- to write an analysis on the specious, clumsily written article arguing that Creationism should be banned from all public school curriculum in the name of scientific freedom and f...
This story embellishes on several characters introduced in my story "The Loving Porn Queen" (see Chapters 4 and 5 of that story especially). I dedicate this to all the Pixies I have known and loved. Enjoy, vote and please comment. * The Pixie's name was Melissa. She'd always been small compared to everyone else in her life, especially her parents. Her fat...
Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She'd cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then...