You stare at the ceiling, lying on your back, thinking "How did I get myself into this?" Your brain is still a little fuzzy, so you strain the think back. You setup another meeting with me by email the other day. I said I was going to be in town on a business trip and that we should get together for dinner. Acting nonchalant online, but with your heart poun...
Ever since I can remember, I've been addicted to daring public adventures. What began with that natural teenage interest in seeing how much you could get away with has grown over the years into regular journeys out... journeys that start out quite ordinary but somehow always seem to turn into full scale panic-driven thrill seeking - the risk of being caught...
Chapter 3 John Franck, Still Taping "Here we go again, Doc. Tape #2. Hope your dildo don't break." "I met an eighteen-year-old high school senior named Grace when I had just turned nineteen. We sort of hung out together for two weeks without ever kissing or even touching anything that might be construed as private. What brought us together, believe it...
It was the fall of 2001. Some of my girlfriends and I had decided to go to a local professional wrestling event. The main event that night was between somebody named Buff Bagwell and this massive guy named Onyx. If anyone reads this and remembers that card, you'll remember me. It was not this match that got to me. Actually it was a match much earlier in the...
The house was all cleaned up, and so was I. Well the body was clean, the mind never is. I had spent most of the day in the shop working on on some wood projects. I was a little foot sore and tired, but Linda should be here any minute. We had plans to go out for some pizza, and then either catch a movie or rent one. Keesha started prancing around. She saw so...
I closed the door quietly behind me as I entered the house, feeling a little guilty and figuring Linda would be pissed I was so late for dinner. After an afternoon of golf, my buddies and I had stopped at a bar, and it was almost eight by the time I'd pulled into the driveway. Linda wasn't anywhere downstairs, and in the kitchen I saw no evidence that a di...
The following Monday after he went out with Jason, Justin tried to make himself as presentable as possible for obvious reasons. He'd even gone as far as getting up forty minutes earlier without an alarm -- his excitement that he was going to see Jason woke him up as if he was a child on Christmas morning. The pair had been texting almost nonstop the whole w...
Jareth was relieved when he saw the flicker of campfires on the road ahead. It had been a long and tiring day, most of it spent on horseback, and the next day would prove to be just as strenuous. He prayed that the owner of the fires would prove to be a hospitable sort. If they wouldn't let him stay the night in their camp, at least perhaps they would provid...
I come from a family of carnivores. I used to be one myself, so I really can't judge or condemn, now, can I? I don't remember when it exactly happened. But just the thought of eating something's blood, of eating body parts, of gnawing on bones...it makes me ill. Take ribs for instance. "Ribs." I shiver at the recollection of how I would sit at the dinner ta...
The following day, I asked my six women friends round for lunch. Knowing that Billy would still be there, they accepted my invitation eagerly. Billy too was glad that they would be seeing him again. As it was a hot day, we decided to have a barbecue in the garden. Billy cooked for us in nothing but the tiny white waiter's apron I'd got him to wear the day b...