Sometimes I write little snippets, sometimes they are longer. Like snapshots of life, they occur to me and I must capture them. This is one that I wanted to share because I like it. It has some weird in it, man on trans man-girl, and some regular sex. But the real story is in between like a waffle holds the butter and syrup but isn't anything without the act...
CHAPTER 1 Gerri was in the Music Conservatory while I was in the Design College a year ahead of her. We still traveled in the same circles none the less. Being a Midwestern City University and having very little on campus housing, most lived at home or in off campus housing of some sort. Gerri has a most interesting personality that I am attracted to in a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in consensual sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Rosy Eastman looked around the Dead End Bar one more time and nodded sadly. Grandma would have loved it. After the bar burned during the gang riot that had nearly burned DeGarde and Bender to the ground, Grandma had suffered a stroke. Grandpa...
How Lyle's Wife Became a Black Cock Whore - Part 1 Lyle has been a friend of mine for a long time. The below story is based on actual events, and was drafted by Lyle then written by me - Gracie (aka Gerald): My name is Lyle. My looks is something I have always been a proud of, as I am a very good looking guy, although a on the short side. Women seem to lik...
Dear Faithful Readers - Let's start the New Year with a many parts story of love and adventure in the great Northwest. Follow Mickey and his women friends as they discover hard work and hard play! ***** Don't Use Jargon - Part 1 - Mickey has a degree but no job Chapter 1 - Caitlin I was newly graduated from the University of Oregon with a B.A. in English...
LUCKY JACK Being the misadventures of one of life's losers. Chapter One: Jack the Despicable! * WARNING TO NEW READERS- This is a rambling, VERY British story which although being totally a work of fiction is partially based on a true confession told to me many years ago. The theme was made into a short story in the 1990s but has recently been modernized...
Half the drawers on the dresser hung open and empty, the bed was stripped bare of its sheets, and the mattress sat askew atop the box-spring frame. The shelves beside the desk had been rummaged through, and what remained was cluttered in small piles here and there. In this disheveled, half-furnished room, a young man slumped in his computer chair with a vaca...
Authors note: After I posted DC&H I received several notes from readers requesting that I tell Kathy's side of the story. I thank those readers for their interest and dedicate this story to them. I would also like to thank Techsan for taking the time from his busy schedule to edit this story for me. My name is Kathy Alpin and I was twenty-nine years old...
1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...
"I was sorry to hear 'bout Maude," Poppa John said. "Thanks Poppa, Aunt Maude thought a lot of you." I said. He shook his head, mumbled something in his native tongue. Exactly what tongue it was nobody really knew. Some said he was Greek, some Portuguese but nobody ever asked. "So you gonna run the Breeze?" he asked in his heavy accent. "It looks like it...