Home from work at last, I placed my purse on the kitchen table and went to check the mail. Opening the front door and reaching into the wall mounted mailbox I grab the handful of envelopes and magazines that the mailmen had stuffed hastily inside earlier that afternoon and didn't even bother to shut the box. I wave to the woman walking her basset hound on th...
Until this point she had admired him from afar. Their relationship had consisted of a few long telephone calls, some in depth private messages between them on the computer and a few pictures shared. His pictures were always inconspicuous never showing too much of the true him and she played his game; only showing parts of herself. This was just enough to kee...
The rain is pouring outside like mad. The street is empty of walking pedestrians except for moving automobiles. Claps of thunder echo across the dark underbelly of the sky. It’s been pouring like this since the new week began. It is past eight in the evening. Soft music is coming off the little radio by the head of my bed but my mind is barely hearing it....
I stepped out onto the balcony and breathed in the cool night air. The old house turned bed and breakfast was set further back off the street than the buildings in the heart of the french quarter where the balconies actually hung over the sidewalk, and a big magnolia tree in the small front yard left it with a secluded feeling, but I still had a good view of...
Cover photo taken from Jesse Flanagan Photography, 2017 You are running late, since you have an appointment at 10 o’clock, in 44th Hamilton Street, and its 9:45 AM. Almost running to the place, you hope to arrive at time and not have to make another new appointment. After a tremendous rush, you finally reach Hamilton Street. Like any other day, the street w...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** The Werewolf Cult Darkness. The street lamps fli...
The Friday before Thanksgiving, Darin left Amber in charge of Silver Street and went to visit the new club that had opened near campus. A few weeks earlier, he'd paid a visit to Luscious at its new location in the old Club 13 building. Carol had cleaned the place up and given it a fresh coat of paint and some new furniture, but it still seemed like Club 13...
Chapter 3: Logan & La Fay (Special thanks to Morgaine the Mistress of the Rain for her inspiration and collaboration) The heavy night captured the beams of the streetlights into well-defined pools. A neon sign flickered with an eerie red glow from the Hotel across the street. The air was thick with a mist that so desperately wanted to be rain but couldn't...
My ears were ringing a bit as I stepped out into the street. The cool air felt nice against my skin after being packed on the floor, pressed against strangers, sharing sweat and breathing in the musky smell of a hundred writhing bodies. As uncomfortable as it was being packed into the space with music blaring at me through the speakers a few feet from my fac...
Gerry sat up on the bed and whispered to Cara, "Someone's come in the apartment." "Yeah, I heard it too. You think it could be Maggie?" she asked sardonically. "But my clothes are folded up on the couch, how will I get dressed if she is out there in the living room? Maybe if I wrapped a sheet around me I can get my clothes." "She'll know what we've been d...