Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance. This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other...
A lot has happened recently at the old homestead. My parents had bought a new house and were trying to get the old one sellable before they put it on the block. They'd already moved into their new place in North Carolina and were letting me live in the old place in the Bronx provided I do the fix up work within a year. One of the major problems with the hou...
A note to the reader. This story doesn't get to the sex very quickly. Fun fact: This story was inspired by an incredibly elegant young woman I saw in church. She was sitting a couple of pews ahead of me and her pink bra strap kept peeking into view. It's awfully damn difficult to get the full benefit of church when you're wondering about one of the congrega...
When Sandy awoke, she was slumped in a cushioned chair, arms sprawled on a wooden surface, face resting against her arms. She pushed herself up slowly. A pale, balding man was sitting across the table from her, faded green eyes meeting her wary gaze. "Ah Miss Romanova. How nice to see you again. I think we started on the wrong foot. As you may remember, I a...
It started as more of a soiree. My lovely friend Amy, a fellow student at the country college I was attending, had invited a bunch of us around to her student pad – an old house in town that she shared with three or four other students – for a few drinks and smokes on a Friday night. Amy was a sweet girl, naturally beautiful with a slight aloofness that I r...
There is no sex in this story. Transition-The process in which something changes in stage, form or activity to another. I got the idea for this story from one I read on the internet, by a guy named, Mike Holt, in which, the wife went all the way to Thailand to take violent revenge on her husband for leaving her. I couldn't sleep well after I read it. The s...
The beautiful blonde ran desperately across the muddy ploughed field. Her hands were tied behind her, her bare feet slipping and scrambling in the muddy furrows. She could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance and the noise of a horn being blown. They were closer now. She knew that the hounds had her scent. She was nude. Looking closely at the tearf...
The Adventures of Night Knight – The Citysville Sentinel Episode 4: Bound by Bettie Boudoir As told to: SeedeeBeetoo The warehouse district of the town of Citysville doesn't get much traffic after midnight. The one security guard who makes the rounds is used to it being quiet, lonely, and peaceful. A sudden bright light and deafening noise of an explosion...
I've had many, many women in my life but recently thoughts of Clare obsess me. I keep reliving my time with her all those years ago. I'm going to write it out. Sharing will be an exorcism. I was twenty-one when I met her, had just landed a job as a trainee manager in an electrical warehouse in one of the six Potteries towns here in the U.K.. First day at wo...
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 10 The sun beat down noonday hot as Sherry and Sam made the sweaty hike from the courthouse to the truck. A good fight had been fought with no clear victory. Fatigued by wounded hearts, neither had the strength to begin the battle debriefing. The truck interior had reached a flesh fr...