Author's Notes WARNING: You might find this chapter depressing. I wanted to talk briefly about my schedule for writing these. Chapters of Fencing Academy are quite large, about 10,000-15,000 words apiece. This is because I envisage them more like "episodes" than "chapters", each one being more-or-less a complete story with a discrete arc that relates to...
The sound of running water prompts me to open my eyes. Jessica is in the shower. I sit up and glance down at my naked body. I don't know how long I dozed off for; but my cock is still wet. It hangs half-engorged over the front edge of Jessica's bedroom chair. The carpet between my feet is slick with spit. I stand slowly, feeling somewhat drunk from the marg...
The Pioneer Spirit. I was escorted through the ship and along the way I was informed that I was to meet their leader. They called him "Captain" and suggested that I do so as well if I knew what was good for me. When I looked him over there was nothing about the man that indicated that he had authority over anyone. I could see why he was not a member of the...
This is the second story in this series, I recommend that you read the first story before this one. ***** "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" My eye flew open and I quickly shot my arm out towards the side of my bed. My hand was frantically scrambling over my side table as I tried to locate my cell phone but it was not there. I sat up and looked at my side table and on t...
This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit the third and final part of that story. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 1...
"Well well, look who remembered where her milk was coming from." Casica fumes from Carina's comment but plasters on the most apologetic look she can muster. "C I'm so…" "Car." Carina interrupts Cassie, stopping her in her tracks. "What?" "Call me Car." She says simply as two effeminate males slink from the salon blonde bombshell. They're all dress...
It was 8:30 PM, thirty minutes from closing, and Ian sat at his work station in the kitchen design studio where he worked, a portion of a long counter facing out toward the showroom. His place at the end in the corner by the wall was a perk of his rank as assistant manager and it allowed him to the turn his computer screen at such an angle that it could not...
Smokey Saga #67: "How To Greet An Unwelcome Visitor" ***** "How-To" #5 here, another fourteen Sagas later, once more starring the Burtons, wife and husband Sandra and Lou. These two—well, Sandy, at least—have appeared in four previous Sagas, all of which have different storylines, and none of which are sequential. Lou was unable to be in one of them, but h...
He had loved her for a while now. Or maybe from the moment he first heard her voice, so high and pure, like a siren. And soon after he had gotten to know her, they were in the same scene after all and both singers, both in their twenties. It felt like they each had a gravity that pulled them closer, and now they'd gotten so close they circled each other in d...
Being born with a disability certainly has its drawbacks, but not everything was doom and gloom for me. I was born with spina bifida, a condition where the spinal cord doesn't develop quite right, and a gap or hole develops while in the womb. When I was born, I was disabled, and now, in my thirties, I'm just as disabled as the day I took my first breath. I...