"So whatcha doin' tomorrow?" Kris asked. I looked up and felt the usual twitch of my cock. I was reading Diderot's Essais Complètes, dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of overlarge shorts. My gorgeous apartment mate was dressed for an evening on the town in a pink polo shirt and a pair of white shorts that appeared to have been painted on her perfect little a...
ZAGREB CHEESEBURGER I woke from the dream with a raging hard-on of an intensity seldom known these days by a body that has seen almost eight decades. Still slumped in the ancient recliner, with a glass of 25 year old single malt by my side and the embers of a December blaze dying in the fireplace, I battled with my mind for a few moments in that nether regi...
As hectic as his life seemed, there was nothing that put him more at ease than watching his son sleep. The look on his tiny cherubic face made Steven feel as though he could handle anything; that no matter what, everything would be alright. He leaned down and placed a loving kiss on his head remembering how his father used to tuck him in every night when he...
Stan quietly turned in his gear and clocked out as the first rays of dawn filtered through the dusty windows of the security office. The screen door slammed abruptly as he left with the same squeaky harshness he'd grown accustomed too over his short tenure, triggering a soul sourced sigh of relief. The brick two-story structure with mesh covered windows wher...
This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
Father Timothy Rushmore moved around the small chapel of his last parish and heaved a deep sigh. He didn't want to give up his home of nearly twenty years but it was time to go. Time to retire and enjoy the life. He was only fifty-two and the whole world was at his feet. He smiled and looked up into the brilliant stained glass panels that depicted angels acc...
A QUICKIE Paul was sitting at home late Tuesday evening; he had just fixed a TV dinner for himself and was sat on the sofa eating while watching the box. He would have been in trouble if Mary was home and caught him eating like this. She insisted that all meals times were taken properly at the dining table, and normally so it would have been but this week M...
I am a physics teacher in a local high school. I have just hit the 40's and caught the flab just in time. I work out 5 times a week to keep in shape and try to keep a moderate diet. Well enough about me, lets get to the story. I joined the school five years ago and spent my first two months getting to know the ins and outs of the school. The accountant at t...
You read the letter again as the limousine from the regional airport pulls up into the driveway... Dear Robin Nordhal, Hello, you do not know me, but I know you. My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had the surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Hor...
I met Sian three weeks after I moved into Halls (that's Dorm in American). We bumped into each other the night she moved in. She was my next door neighbor and soon became my secret booty call at Halls. For the time that we had at university, we agreed to be each other's sexual partner, relieving each other when the situation arose (pun not intended). Sian w...