Here she was, back in his arms again. Who was she? What was she? What was she to become? Was she his maid? His porcelain doll, his betrothed, his whipping girl? What? What did he want from her? What did she want? What did she want from him? Downstairs he'd just ripped off her clothes, rather his clothes, clothes he'd selected for her. Then he'd given her...
As Enrique calmly pondered my question, I asked our waiter to repeat the dessert menu. I couldn't decide between the chocolate mousse and the sorbet. I knew the walk home was going to be warm but the mousse was the house specialty. Our waiter's Haitian accent was an added bonus so the repetition of his delicate pronunciation was a dessert all to itself. "I'l...
The following story was inspired by a comment I saw on a music video. The story is set in the 1960s and I did my best to remain true to the slang and the technology of the time, even looked up the wages for the time, but I'm sure the history wonks may find an error here or there. That's okay, it's just a story. As always, constructive comments are welcome...
Victoria was a virgin who feared touch, much less sex. Vicki was a vamp who needed touch, and often sex. The two walked in the shadow of College Mall and the new Lazarus store on the west side of Bloomington. By 2023, this was all gone, the older Martha realized. It began with the fires of 2018 that swept through much of the area, and the F-5 tornado 10 m...
Author's note: My recent story "Rosette" was inspired by medieval tales about young women whose old and jealous husbands kept them locked up. After I'd finished that one I wondered if I could treat the same theme in a modern setting. Here's my attempt. I don't know if it's any good: you tell me. Becky's lounging by the pool again, wearing her microkini. I...
About a year ago, my wife Rosemary and I went out with two of our friends to see a stand up comedian, an awesome local guy named Dick Edmonds. He's crude and sexist as hell, each joke topping the last, and during the show I looked over to Rosemary expecting her to give me the signal to leave, but she was actually laughing. I should say now that Rosemary is...
Four months and now Prince Draeseth was coming to collect her. Dresses were packed, everything she might want in Torga, including a year's supply of dried silphium, as expensive as it was, was ready to be taken to the royal palace. The gift she'd had made for Draeseth was hidden away in there as well. Isonei felt more excited and nervous than she'd expected...
Claudia pokes her head over my partition and says something I can't understand. I squint at her and take out my earbuds. "What?" "Did you see the City Paper today?" "No, why?" Claudia comes into my cubicle and drops a newspaper into my lap. I stare at it blankly. "Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?" She snatches the newspaper, highlights...
Things did change and they changed for the better, as I had predicted. To set up intimate sessions between us took a lot of coordination and phone calls and emails and timing. In the process I discovered that Maggie was a genuinely nice person. And she didn't want to steal my husband; she just had a sexual awakening later in life. I thought I was pretty open...
"Correct me if I'm wrong," said Tyler, "but isn't Katie's risk pretty much isolated to California? If she no longer lived there, the chance of her ever being identified as the Shoreline Angel would be effectively eliminated, wouldn't it?" The assembled group, which consisted of Tyler, Katie, Bobby, Patty, JR, Rockie, Jason, Franc, Cile and Joey, all sat aro...