This is a work of fiction. The relationships portrayed in this story are also a work of fiction and any resemblance to a person is purely coincidental. Names are removed due to the sensitive nature of the text. Preface I've always had a thing for authority. Any authority will do: police officers, teachers, popes, et cetera. This kink is the quiet passenger...
Part 1: Part of a Cumplete Breakfast (Disclaimer: All participants in this story are seniors in high school and 18 years of age!) It was early September in Arizona. PancakeSamurai woke up drenched in sweat. He normally slept naked during the summer, he loved the feel of his naked young body up against the sheets, and the summer heat was more bearable the...
It had been a long night at work. All he had thought about since the start of duty was to be back at home in her arms again. There were fights, lies, theft and enough alcohol in the air to get drunk off of. But thus it was a typical day on patrol. Many months had passed since they had first met in the quiet blues bar. And after that night they have never bee...
Readers who follow world news may know that Thailand recently saw a military coup which ousted elected prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra. And those well read in history might know that at the year zero, the former capital of Ayutayah dwarfed London and Paris in both size and sophistication. I recently spent six months in the Thai province of Phetchaburi, som...
I entered the classroom and took my seat, waiting for my final grade. I could feel my heart throb in my throat as I sat and waited. Waiting for an eternity, or so it felt. My mind started to drift on what was taught in school, our history who we were, and who we are now. The idea that at one time man had ruled the world, until a dreaded virus started to aff...
[My fair critics are excluded from this 'ranting and raving' piece. --Egmont Grigor.] * Edgar Monty Grigg-Noir entered the literature laboratory containing the Class of '08 with trepidation as if facing raucous critics living on unsustainable vegetarian diets or who were victims of over-consumption of red meat. The red-faced Professor Herring had given Mo...
If the music is to loud then you are too old. Well, I guess that makes me too old. The DJ has the music blaring and I am looking for a place with a little peace and quiet. It is hard to find in the small gymnasium where our high school is having their dance. I don't know what possessed me to chaperone this senior class dance anyway. These dances are not like...
Jason met Jacqueline 2 years ago. Jacky was the woman of his dreams, young, confidant, responsible, romantic, and nurturing. Seeing her brilliant smile always warmed his heart, but there was something else about Jacky that set a different region ablaze, the way she turned her head demurely when he told her "no," and her innocent school girl giggle, the kin...
Hello, there. My name is Braxton Teller. A big and tall, black-haired Irishman living in the magnificent city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a defense attorney with Lawson, Teller & Pierce, one of the top criminal defense law firms in the Commonwealth. My beloved spouse Nikki O'Leary Teller is a stay-at-home wife. We met while she was a liberal arts s...
The halls of Copula High School were buzzing with activity as students rushed about racing to beat the tardy bell for the last class of the day. As Mr. Young strolled the hallways, he noticed students engaging in idle chitchat, goofing off, modifying their uniforms and exchanging those youthful glances of lust with each other. It had been a long week dealing...