The twenty-second floor, home to the typists and clerks that peer over the tops of dividers like human veal.One particular calf, a brunette typist with green eyes named Edith Neuwirth, needed a change. She slaved for a soul-less life insurance company, a clown-faced cesspool of depressed and repressed people, some at the end of their ropes, others just out o...
When one has been stranded on a deserted island in the pacific for 4 months, the question of what they miss most about civilization arises. Introducing Benjamin Stewart, playboy engineer and inventor, our main character of this particular foray into the mind of mankind. His ship, Thoreau's Salvation, had been a marvel of sustainability, capable of staying on...
I don't even know how to quite get the Idea across, but here I go- one morning I woke up to my cat snuggling into me in bed, the usual, when I noticed the second feline form lying along my side, sharing the tabby colors of my cat; thin dark stripes covering parts of the hair(and it was hair- not fur like my cat but hair like a demi-cat, demi-human that is mo...
You wake up on a sandy beach in the midday sun. "Where am I?" you ask yourself. In a flash, it all comes back to you. The speedboat, the strong wind, blown off course, shipwreck, and now, stranded on an island. Ever the optimist, you think to yourself, "Well at least it's a tropical island, maybe there will be some fruit or something I can eat...
It was Thursday. Again. Marty watched the kitchen clock tick past the half hour mark, it was getting on towards midnight and insomnia plagued Marty for the second Thursday in a row. This wasn't normal insomnia, mind you. No, this was brought on by the lust of a nineteen year old, who in twenty two and a half hours would be in a park, with his new mistress, C...
In light of comments for Chapter 1, I put the next two chapters together. Having said that, they may still need to be bulked up a bit. These chapters were meant to set up characters and the plot, and thus aren't meant to be erotic themselves. Chapters four and five should take care of that. Chapter Two September 1717, the Caribbean, It had seemed al...
Since our flight was nearly the last plane to arrive the entire airport now showed signs of completely shutting down for the duration of the storm. There was one harried airline gate crew gal trying to sooth the irate nerves of over a hundred passengers that were just a pitchfork and a few torches away from turning into a raging mob. I didn't even try to wan...
This is a story about and older man in the plane wreck rescued by stranded Tahitian lady twenty five years old. She is a tropical paradise island dweller far from other people who has been alone since she was young. ***** For some reason I was on the beach. My eyes were barely able to see; the sun was so bright I had to squint to see anything. I was drifti...
I'm starting a new story! I am taking a different approach to this one and it will be more of a slow burn than a short little one piece. Please be patient. Summary: Josh has resented his boss's prudish daughter Anna ever since she started working at his company. But when the two get stranded in her family's cabin, he realizes that the only thing more frustr...
In appearance, I am a tall, muscular man, I exude confidence in my abilities and myself. In my interactions with people, most people sense quickly and correctly that in all aspects, I am strictly a beta male. It seems I have been this way my entire life, at least as far back as I remember. For instance, I was a straight 'A' student all through school. Why?...