Matthew sighed to himself. It had been a wonderful holiday: just the two of them in the sun. His wife had really surprised him. Twenty years of marriage and never a suggestion, well perhaps not since summer days courting many years before, that she might like being naked outside. Perhaps it was the children off their hands, off at uni. And off on holiday wit...
As they travelled, John continued to work on the Atlatl and Bow and Arrow. While he worked on the new weapons, he continued to think about where he was and the strange way he felt. He explored his mind, if that is the right word, and tried to identify his new feeling of capability. Several times he felt as if he pushed something with his mind or transmitted...
The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max's reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision of the two of them rowing down the Charles River that May morning, the night after their first date, the first of many, before shocking everyone they knew by ge...
This is a big subject and a long story. Maybe too long for Lit. I contemplated breaking it into two or three parts but haven't. Tell me if you think I am wrong. The faint hearted may not take it on, fuck 'em. Those that do, if they are genuinely interested in both the conflict and adventure of a young woman and an older man and what went on between them, wi...
10 Aug 10:30 PM Circe Alexandra and I talked like old girlfriends for hours about my time at Tillman's. She was genuinely relieved that he had opened up on some things but had no clue about the soil and skulls in the room at the Carriage House. "You know that you must be special to him don't you Miss?" "Why do you say that?" "Well for one he has shared...
REMINDER- I write long stories; some parts don't have naughty bits, but the parts that do will make more sense if you read the non-naughty bits, too. Also, I usually prefer the text to stand alone, but I'm cheating this time-- Zamok is Russian for "castle", dyevushka means "young lady", & Troitsa is pronounced troy-EETS-sah, with a long, sexy, rolling R....
I honestly don't remember very much. The wet roads, rain coming down so hard and so fast that the windshield wipers couldn't even keep up with it. The appearance of headlights rounding the curve blinding me for a moment, a moment in which I saw the deer crossing the road just in front of the other driver. And then nothing. And I hate not being able to se...
Hunting season was almost over. One more day. I had guided so damn many city slickers this year, I was looking forward to some rest and quiet. Not having to answer stupid question or trying to stop them from shooting themselves or someone else had been hell. I'm somewhat of a loner anyway. Crowds bother me. Make me feel trapped, almost suffocating. The last...
For a first fuck, there is no habitat so lush and fine as a man's recollection. A quarter century of observation has convinced me that a first fuck not only lives on in the memory of a man but thrives there, increasing in length and prowess with each passing year until at last it reaches full maturity, which is to say, steamy and passionate enough to resurre...
My name is Jennifer, but most people either call me Jen or Jenni, all my life I have seen a lot of things, but the day when it happened, I will never forget as it is etched in my memory, when it did happened. As to what happened, as I eventually found out, was that some scientists had out found a way to open the barrier to other dimensions, once they found...