O’Grady’s was a young people’s bar on the near north side of Chicago. You could enter from the alley or the street; the bar itself ran almost the entire length of the room ending in a long ‘J.’ I sat at the end of the ‘J’ where I had equal opportunity to observe who entered from either entrance. I sipped my beer that early Friday evening; the crowd would sta...
The following is the third part of a short story representing a letter sent by the author to an online friend with whom he has enjoyed a long relationship without any physical contact. He has always kept her informed of any offline recreational activities he enjoys and she has reciprocated in kind. This letter was written as a report of one such offline meet...
As I crouched, naked, behind the antique desk in that small shop, the fear of being arrested by the policeman just several feet away pressed on me. I held my breath as I heard him talking to John, the owner, and pushed my hand against myself to keep from peeing, right there. I trembled. "I'm telling you, Peter," I heard John say, "Gina really loved this whe...
I thank Randi for dreaming up this invitational, for inviting me, for editing my story, and for prodding and poking me to get it finished and posted. Readers have no idea how much time and effort she puts into these little literary events. I was checking my Facebook homepage one evening after dinner when I received a PM from Bill Jackson, a neighbor who li...
Luckily it was a bank holiday and John didn't have to go to work. He was extremely excited as he looked through all his car magazines. He was spoilt for choice, there were so many cars that he loved. His dad was also skimming through them; he explained to John that if he was going to try and teach a sixty-year-old woman to drive, he had better forget about a...
Steering up the long winding driveway I had a feeling of apprehension. Leaving everything I've known my entire life and traveling half way across the country was more than just a little out of character for me, it was borderline insane. Up until a few weeks ago I was working in a managerial position for what I thought had been a stable successful manufactu...
Prologue It felt like I'd lived a lifetime, but if had only been 15 months since I lost my virginity. My first year in New York was filled with great joy and terrible heartache. Meeting Rob was the greatest experience of my young life, and the time I spent with him I will always hold dear. His death was a crushing blow to me. I was unable to cope with the s...
With many thanks to Kumani for editing this story. * Beginning with a single kiss less than an hour earlier the dynamic between Stephanie and me, tortuously stagnant for so long, had suddenly begun to surge. In roughly the same time it took the summer storm passing over our city to release the rain and electricity charging the air, Stephanie and I had rele...
Edited by Sussurrus Tuesday Morning at the Spa Tuesday morning dawned with the broken, puffy clouds typical of a summer day in the Caribbean. A few couples and small groups still slept or stumbled groggily back toward their rooms from where they'd collapsed the night before. Some people, sticky with cum, oil, or other fluids, took advantage of the showers...
Chapter 9 Reality is Much Better The girls beat us to the restaurant and had chosen a booth with a high padded back. My first thought was that this would keep our conversation from being broadcast around the local area. Maybe that was optimistic based on the reception we got. "Woo hoo, they're here," Candy loudly proclaimed as she spotted us. I took a qui...