Authors note: This story speaks for it's self, but I just wanted to say thanks for all the wonderful comments and scores you all have given my stories. I hope you enjoy all the ones in the future, and please, continue to comment and vote. After all, what is an author without a willing audience...? Taking a long drink of his beer, Morgan Walker looked aroun...
Chapter 7: Cameron's Executive Decision THREE WEEKS LATER... Sheila and I stood in an elevator at a California Skyscraper. We rose 70 floors before the doors opened and we entered a long corridor. At the end of the corridor stood a large mahogany door. As we reached the door, it automatically opened and closed behind us. Inside the ample doors was a hu...
I turn the bucket upside down and sink down on it with a sigh, stretching my legs. My non-smoker's cigarette break always takes place in the dark corner of the equipment room of the gym, a place so stacked with weights and gear and mats and broken treadmills that they swallow up the sounds from outside. It's not silent by a long stretch, but it's the best it...
There was an old drunkard who occasionally appeared in town. Once a week this old fellow would sell jungle produce in the market. He would then buy cheap liquor and drank straight from the bottle. By the time he got to the third bottle, the scenario changed. He would sing and sometimes gave meaningless speeches. There were times he acted aggressively too. He...
The wind was blowing hard by the time we got to the marina. It was about noon and I rented a slip for the boat as it was blowing to hard to put the 24' pontoon back on the trailer. I thought it would be nice to have a good dinner in the marina restaurant and have a goodnights sleep before starting home the next day. We had loaded things and left the camp si...
The air was three rods white. Light that was hot and crisp that bounced around our heads. We walked to a large room in the wing of the house. The entire place seemed empty but we locked the doors anyway. We spent what felt like fifteen minutes setting up the room and fucking. She was half a girl I once loved in high school and a stranger. One followed the ot...
It's only a bit before midnight but I find myself pushing my way past people to get outside, get out of this club, and get home. The night had started so well, the three of us had piled out of the taxi to lots of whistles, from men and women. The doorman, a big strong black man with muscles galore and a chest to absolutely die for, had ushered us to the fron...
The dancer's thong-clad ass gyrated in front of Ben's eyes. Leaning in, he could smell the too-strong reek of her perfume, overpowering the stench of cigarettes and stale beer. The only smell that competed with the cheap perfumes the dancers doused themselves with was the rutting smell of testosterone oozing out of male pores. Ben removed a five-dollar bill...
This is an entry in Lit's Winter Story Contest 2006. It's more-or-less a Romance. There's some talk about sex, but the only real action is a fairly brutal fight. Consider yourself warned. == A weary Seeburg Select-O-Matic jukebox crouched beside the front door of The Rebel Yell. The tenth playing that evening of "Please Come Home For Christmas" was just e...
First Submission.. Will refine my style with comments. Here's hoping you enjoy. * I picked you up from work. You were tired and grumpy. I could tell before you spoke a single word to me. I can see it in the slope of your shoulders and the set of your feet as you come to a stop outside my car door. I open it and don't lean in for the kiss like I usually wou...