Sam loved his mother, but his visits home were an exercise in patience. This one, in particular, was a case of bad timing. He'd intended to announce that he'd recently begun hormone replacement therapy; a huge step in transitioning to a woman. The evening news put an end to his plan. "Fucking faggots," his stepfather, James, growled at the television, durin...
JERRY WANTED TO SLAP THE BRAT. He would have, in a Mesopotamian minute, if it had been his kid. But of course it was a client's "darling angel", all dressed up in his cowboy outfit for a portrait, but not sitting still on the old moth-eaten saddle. Instead, as Jerry stood there behind the big studio camera, letting out a long, slow, quiet breath between his...
Suri cleared the table, taking the time to put the the wine bottle back in the fridge. The wine was followed by the remains of their chicken dinner, now covered in foil and no longer warm. As she stood in front of the refrigerator, she was glad for the momentary reprieve from the heat. Even with the windows fully opened, there was little more than an infrequ...
This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Please give me helpful feedback and let me know if you like the story. -------------------------------------- "You're having beer with your breakfast?" Whitney asked her boyfriend Jake as she stumbled out of their tent into the morning light. "Sorry babe, but you girls finished off all the juice yesterda...
She double checked her watch and cursed under her breath, this was a huge deal she had lined up and she had invested all of her personal fortune in it, and now it was trembling on a knife edge, she was just a whisker away from personal bankruptcy and ruin and was running out of time fast! She checked over the papers yet again, but there was no way out, every...
We was down the Dog and Duck, Big Norman, Harley Charlie, that's the bloke with the 50cc Honda Moped and me and a few other lads drinking Stella and Strongbow like while we waited for a Lib Dem meeting in the back room to finish so we could meet up with Al and play pool. Their meeting dragged on like Lib Dem meetings always do, you know if we don't agree we...
Monday was cool and sunny, with a slight breeze that carried the scent and promise of early autumn. Jack Williams eased his 73-year-old body down on his accustomed bench in the small park downtown and opened his book. He liked this spot under a big oak tree whose leaves had just begun to show signs of changing color. The fresh air was nice and it was shady a...
Cold water leaked through her shoe. She felt the chill first, then the dampness. Curling her toes away from the irritant, she looked down. She had been sitting on the sand too long and not noticed the tide creeping grain by grain towards her canvas covered feet. She slapped her thighs in frustration and jumped up, soaking her one dry foot in the stumbling pr...
As I stared out the hotel window, I could feel the disappointment growing. As a natural voyeur, I always found myself glued to the window of the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of something illicit. As you would expect, success was rare. I had a few interesting experiences in New Orleans and Chicago, but there is for another day. Tonight I had particularly...
"Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one" ― Bruce Lee * By 9:45 am Saturday morning, Agent McDonald and Agent Smith had left one of the Agency's satellite offices located behind a dry-cleaning laundry in the center of the downtown section of the busy Metropolitan City. Both agreed on a drink. Problem was, Agent Smith w...