This one goes out to all the insomniacs out there: I am one of them, and at this very moment I am writing this at 1 in the morning, because of this terrible habit. * * * It was one of those nights. Those of you who are reading this who are insomniacs know what I'm talking about. For those of you who are not, count yourself lucky. It was one of those nigh...
This is a fairly tame, risqué story involving unexpected nudity. If you are looking for stories that involve sex, infidelity or swinging, this is probably not for you. It is more suitable for couples to enjoy together. My thanks to Laurielou for her editing assistance. * Finally! All packed, loaded and on our way to Big Sur for a short vacation. Bill had f...
This is the second part in the series Galactic Deception. I hope to continue this one as a series. hookerboots has been so very helpful, she has actually been almost a co-author on this for me, and this story would have really sucked had it not been for her! Any feedback on the story will be truly appreciated. Disclaimer: Note that all characters in the sto...
It was a lovely early September morning, and Becky decided to take advantage of it. She had noticed there was a loop hiking trail not far from her new home in western North Carolina. She had done a fair amount of hiking through the mountains and canyons in her native Arizona and she was eager to hike through the eastern woodlands. She had moved to Asheville...
"He can't be trusted with this gift." - Matthew C. Gray, Pastor, Holy Church of the Maker, Sunday Mass, August 2201 ***** Siren was watching everything. When the sniper aimed the infra-red laser sight at Jake, she felt it like a pinprick at the back of his head. He lurched to the left and the shot grazed his right shoulder. He reeled. It was a...
Even the broken clock is right twice a day. The glass panel in front of the clock face slips beneath my fingers, like Dali thought to liquefy it right out from under my hand. My knees feel as though his brush found them as well, and the cruel quick-succession of shutter sounds are drowned out only by a stark staccato pounding in my head. Each white-hot ca...
Tick tick tick tick. It's almost four am and I am alone in bed. The house is silent except for the ticking of his typewriter. Like his old typewriter...I am turned on. It's not what he is writing, although his creativity and imagination are sexy and I love to read his ramblings of every day life. But it's the ticking. The pounding on the keys, the sound of...
HOSPITAL He was hauled, quite naked, out of the police wagon by the two Female Safety Policewomen who had escorted him from the magistrates court. A leash was placed round his balls and a as one of the two policewoman both in regulation uniform of thigh length fishnet stockings high heeled leather boots and peaked cap placed a loop round his balls and dragg...
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick... Normally, the sound of time passing didn't bother her. It was just part of the job; background music for the daily chores of logging in fresh batches of data until the five o' clock rush hour began. The job itself wasn't horrible by any means. In fact, she enjoyed it. Regardless, Liberal Arts degrees didn't get one very far, and sh...
"If you have an hour, will you not improve that hour, instead of idling it away?" Lord Chesterfield Tick . . Tick . . The seconds on wall clock ticked off slowly. It was early Friday morning in Classroom 204. English 101 was the topic that Professor Le Master was teaching to the class. I was a strait "A" student all through high school and college was provi...