Tocka is something that none of my American friends will understand. It's the deepest, most painful emotion that one can experience. It's a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, and a vague restlessness. I was tossing and turning in bed with the blanket already thrown across the room. The sticky warm blend of sweat and stale air was all...
It was an odd set of circumstance that brought me here, a place I really shouldn't be, with a woman I should never have met. Undoubtedly the alcohol had a lot to do with it, those strange orange drinks at the Halloween party. Sure, she had much more than I, and yes, I took advantage of the situation. Otherwise how would a middle aged, somewhat overweight, ma...
Perhaps, it's thanks to Hitchcock's "Rear Window" that people believe Manhattan to be a voyeur paradise, but contrary to that popular misconception, I can attest, after living here for thirty years; it's not true. I have had only one voyeuristic delight, and what a delight it was. Most people--especially women--are not exhibitionists, they keep their blinds...
The following is my contribution to the seven-hundred-fifty-word challenge( 753 with the title.) It was originally the back story for a character in a novel that didn't get written. Sorry, no graphic sex. I want to take this opportunity to thank all those who wrote me during my recent illness, Randy, and the other members of the writing group for their suppo...
Cindy suffered from torrid dreams ever since her break up with Brad. She'd awaken suddenly in the middle of the night, sweat soaked, with vivid lust movies still rolling through her imagination. Normally, she'd masturbate until the fire was out, then drift back off till morning. On this particular August night however, the masturbation just wasn't working. S...
It was early. The sun had yet to rise. I couldn't sleep. It might have had to do with the knock-down, drag-out that I had with my son the night previous. I had thought about nothing else from the moment he stormed out to that very moment. My wife had tried to talk him down, to no avail. I couldn't even remember what we had started fighting about but it had...
Everything in the Zombie apocalypse slows down to a crawl. It's been three days now, since I started out, leaving the villas I had stayed in. Three days since I've headed towards that faint flicker of light I saw in another house. Three days since I've found Bekah. And in three days I've travelled down just two streets, about 500 meters, having come two tim...
Albert woke early that next morning and noticed immediately that Marianne wasn't there. Figuring she got up to go to the bathroom at the storm drain, he sat waiting, silently picking some of the lint from his hair and clothes. While sitting there he noticed some money strewn on the ground and quickly checking his pocket he found his money was gone. Picking u...
(note to readers: this is part one of the story, I'm intending a second part, so don't chastise me for letting you hang) * Melissa pulled into her driveway in her black Pontiac Firebird. She saw that Bill's truck was already gone. A Friday afternoon sigh escaped from her lips after another week working as an optical technician at the local mall. She had ho...
After getting caught in the park by the two girls who had stolen her clothes, Kat had no other choice but to try to walk home totally nude. It was getting later and colder now. The rain hadn't begun to fall in earnest yet, coming instead in light, steady sprinkles. Each small drop that touched Kat's bare skin was a stark reminder that she was utterly nak...