Please vote. Please give me the support of your votes. I met Daniel at a Billy Joel Concert in Central Park two years ago. We were both alone and wandering through the crowd listening to the music. I remember it being so crowded but there were pathways cutout through the crowd to walk and, as if flowing water down a meandering stream, long lines of peopl...
If you saw me on the street, you'd either ignore me (please do!) or you'd do what everybody and their brother does. They point and laugh. You see I'm a has-been movie star and I'm only 23. When I was a freshman in college, I was offered a part in a mini-series called, The History of Slapstick. There were going to be six episodes, but filming would take a yea...
My name is Grace. This site is my journal. Most stories are of my own sexual adventures. In this series I tell you of Dave and Chantal, whom I met through a common friend. In time I earned their trust and each confessed their deepest sins to me. As dorky high-school sweethearts, by the time they first made love in college Chantal had transformed into a gorge...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
Prologue This is the second of a series of tales from my youth written at an advanced age for fear lest they be lost forever. They are not the kind of stories that one passes down to his children, so I am presenting them in case anyone might be interested. For the first in the series look me up in "authors" and look for My Emily, the Series. I had been thi...
This is the first in a series of personal experiences. I guess they are one part confession, one part gloating, and a third part titillation. Sometimes I enjoy reliving these experiences. They did happen. You will probably not doubt it because they aren't spectacular, just provocative. One afternoon I was at a new girl friend's house. We were the only ones...
With a short sigh, the young woman cast one last glance into the sole mirror in her one-bedroom, cramped student apartment. As the garrish mix of car horns began to build up outside her fourth floor window into the usual cacophony of the morning rush hour, Mukta knew she was running late. She ran her fingertips through her long, straight tresses, and gazed...
In the cab Sierra called a few people at 7:00 am, initiating the emergency alarm to race to the office. Each person she phoned knew from training they must call the five other persons they were to summon as part of the newspaper's Emergency Action Group. The code-name she gave was 'Crunching Black Gold.' Staff being phoned would know the newspaper was on...
"Dark Shadows": The Soap Opera, the Horror Show The original "Dark Shadows" was a unique TV phenomenon. A horror show in a soap opera format, the program was a marriage of as seemingly disparate genres as could be imagined. The reasons the bizarre show succeeded, and how it expanded the horizons of both horror and soap opera, are the subject of this essay....
I had just finished my third year at college and was back home at my parent's place. I was driving down the street towards the house when I noticed someone was moving in a few houses up from us. I didn't pay much attention and I headed home. The next day my Mom asked me to mow the lawn and so I fired up the mower and started to cut the grass. I hadn't been m...