My name is Dorthy May, but my friends call me Dot. I'm a 42 year old Unix sysadmin. I'm actually a manager of sorts. I run a 12 hour shift, 11 pm to 11 am, Sunday night through Tuesday night, plus an 11 to to 3 Wednesday night. Nice gig, it gives me the whole weekend off. My husband (ex-husband) and I were married for 8 years, but came to the realization th...
Author's note: this is her valediction. My thanks to her for her editing skills, and everything else. This story has been published in 'Kerouac's Dog' magazine. ***** He stroked her slippy thigh as they sat at the pavement cafe sipping cheap local beer. The day was humid and grey, as the previous days had been: hot and sultry but unsunny on this busy trop...
Saturday in Toronto. Hotter than hell. I'm drinking Cuba Libres with Alexis at a sidewalk cafe on College Street in the full glare of the afternoon sun. I'm beginning to squint, so I put on my sunglasses. In the reflection on my glasses, I know Alexis can watch the clouds slide from my left eye to disappear behind the bridge of my nose, then reappear in my r...
Back on the street, Charlene walked fast for a couple of blocks, then ducked into a doorway to see how much money she'd taken. It was almost eleven o'clock now and there were more people in the street. She wondered if Mel would be in any shape to count change for the lunch crowd. She opened her fist and counted: four dollars and fifty-six cents. Not enough f...
I hate chain letters with a an absolute passion; I would rather receive an unsolicited telephone call in the middle of wild sex for the first time in a month than to receive a chain letter. So why am I sending you an unsolicited chain letter? DON’T STOP READING! I am not going to ask you for a single penny. There is no money involved in this chain letter....
Author's Note: This is not a complete story and is intended as a prelude or supplement for stories that are part of the Brownwood Collection. Hopefully it will give readers a more detailed description of the Brownwood setting. Since this isn't an actual story, comments and scoring have been turned off. And 'yes' it's dry, needs an editor and reads like a r...
"American Airlines flight 1351 to Dallas is now boarding from gate A37." The voice came over the loud speaker. Kelly, along with one hundred and fifty three other people gathered their carry on luggage, laptops, purses and back packs and stood in line as the gate attendants scanned each persons ticket stub. A trip she had made many times in the past, she...
"That's why I wanted to settle!" The businessman shouted into his Bluetooth. As he shuffled along the busy city street, no one seemed to notice his disgruntled features. He was young looking, but his face appeared haggard, and it was clear that stress had already taken a toll on his body. "Yes, that's my point," he replied to whomever he was speaking to as...
Awakening a few hours later after our first lovemaking session on a bed, I ambled off to the kitchen for a drink of water. On my way, I opened the patio door to listen to the sounds of the French Quarter from across Canal. The low murmurs of people and the occasional waves of jazz music made their way across the seemingly always busy boulevard. The warm hum...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France last September. We stayed in the naturist section, called Port Ambonne, which turned out to be a great place to have a wild time. Lot's of swingers congregate there – especially after the family holiday season has finished. I wanted to experiment with some mild swinging, Mandy...