Hey, guys. This is something that I've been working on. This is part one of a two part story. There's NO SEX in this part, but it's still pretty essential to read so you aren't lost on part two, which WILL have sex. Originally it was all going to be one big story, but I broke it into two parts at the last minute. I apologize if the ending was rushed. I de...
So this is starting over. John thought as he looked around the nearly empty one bedroom apartment. He stood at the bar that separated the living room and the kitchen looking at the couch, the small entertainment center with the 19" tv and the DVD player. There was no end tables or coffee table, and no pictures hanging on the wall. He was starting over, and...
Dear reader, this is a follow up to the previous story, I had a fairly clear idea of what the pen was going to write, but somehow the pen took it over, it's a bit helter skelter now, I hope you like it, I know some won't, but hey ho. For those who don't even like me, (why?) please move on, don't read it, your usual nasty comments are routinely deleted anyw...
Very much a last-minute entry, this. Submitted on the final day. I had to enter -- I've had one or more entries in this contest every year since at least 2003 -- not always under the Alex de Kok name! * "Any thoughts on where we pull in for the night, or maybe nights?" said Jack. "Why not there?" said Peter, pointing to a sign at the roadside as they went...
Roxy waiting with her overnight bag packed for two nights away, imaging Shaun would arrive in a red Ford 1-ton truck and pulling on the brim of a black Stetson as he saw her. Almost right. He arrived in a metallic blue truckie thing he called a regular cab 1500 Silverado. He wore black jeans, black embroidered shirt, black boots and black Stetson. Oh god....
This is an entry for the 2008 Halloween Story Contest. Please vote! ******* On October 25, 2003, I was left at the altar. Not literally, of course. My fiancé, Brad, was kind enough to telephone me the evening before and inform me that the wedding we'd been planning for over a year was not going to happen. "I'm sorry, Casey. I just can't do it," he whined...
It's only girls who are hot blondes with full figures and big tits who can be exhibitionists, right? Wrong! I'm proof that it's wrong. I'm 5'3", ninety one pounds, skinny, with A cup tits, but I'm still an exhibitionist. I didn't know that about myself for a long time—many years, in fact. All through Jr. High and High School, I heard all of the insults and...
Rick was startled by his working cell's ringtone, lost in his own thoughts as he was. He thought that he had switched it off earlier, but apparently not, because there was Mozart, 'A Little Night Music,' ringing from somewhere in his apartment. It was a new ringtone, new enough that he still smiled inwardly at its innuendo. Of course, he always had the opti...
The Doldrums: The Sailor and the Virgin Ch. 10 The quest for the selkie maiden Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to encouraging reader feedback, the muse returned. The story is finished. Sunday The lass was gone. Liam moved swiftly about the cabin, endeavoring to think rationally while he pulled items out o...
Writing fiction doesn't pay much, and you give up a lot when you try to be a writer. Money, the things other people have, even family—you can pretty much kiss all that goodbye. But there are compensations. Your life's maybe not as wide as most people's, but it's deeper, and sometimes it's more interesting. You're always trying to explain and describe things...