(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her. I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven... more breathtaking... a kind...
In my job as a taxi driver I meet some interesting people. On a recent job I met three of the most interesting people I've ever met. I'd been booked one Friday evening to collect three passengers from a bar in London's west end and take them home out in east London. I fought my way through London's traffic, arrived right on time outside the bar, and just as...
My wife, Janis, and I have broken out of our empty nest routine sex syndrome in the last year thanks to two events. First there was Ted, a business associate of Janis, who provided her first experience with another man- at my urging and witnessing. Next came Brett, a "recruited peeper," who watched as Janis and I put on a real show. We discovered there was...
I begin to wonder if maybe I annoyed you with too many emails. The sun drops lower on the horizon and a few car horns bleep as the first cartoon flickers to life on the big white screen. I begin to wonder if you are going to actually show. There are only a few spaces left in the row. My heart sinks even faster than the setting sun as a car slides into the sp...
“Start yakking, Mack. Who are you and what were you doing in that tree?” This came from thug number one. Moe brushed off the bark from his hands and straightened his jacket. Thug number two chimed in. “Maybe he’s a pussy, Al. Pussies like to climb trees.” Thug number one, Al, was middle-aged, thin-faced, and wore a permanently tired expression. He wasn’...
This is a very short story inspired by a Keith Urban song. It's not an "Ice" story but I hope you like it anyway. Take care and happy reading! M. ;) ******** He was the first one to wake up on Sunday morning. I felt the bed move and bounce as he got up but didn't wake up enough to really register it. I stayed in that lovely fog of half-sleep, half-dreaming...
Many nights I have sat there at my computer and wondered what it would be like to be in his arms. Now that I have, I want to pass the story on to everyone so that you can share the excitement and fascination that I felt. I had driven over 1,000 miles to do this, so I thought that I had had plenty of time to get ready, but I wasn't. Nothing could have made m...
The windshield wipers are whipping across the windshield. I have the high beams on, but they are hardly making a difference in this downpour. I am still an hour from home and on the interstate, when my car starts to sputter. The power is failing; I can tell as my lights dim and die. I pull off to the side of the highway and coast to a stop. I wait a minute...
A Silky Adventure So I told you I had been allowed to take osteology as a sophomore. That's because I'm good at biology. I also told you about screwing the teaching assistant, and how he didn't believe my father spanked me (whipped is more like it) for not using a condom. Then I had to get my sister Jessica to screw him to prove I wasn't making it all up. I...
Synopsis: Willa, now widowed, was raped by her stepson and, taking her daughter Ruth, left the farm and ran away to Winnipeg where she called Sarah. ***** I was raised by a single mother in a small apartment in Winnipeg. Mine was an ordinary childhood except we were poor. In the wintertime, I remember I was almost always cold. I was a bright girl and gra...