Grass looks very mundane in daylight. You can't guess its magic when your eye just barely notices it there, being all green and framing the day lilies and concrete driveway. At night, though, it has a blue glow to it and you just know it holds secrets. Lying in it at night, feeling the green and the moist and the cool, it's freeing. Like you are the only th...
Suffolk, England Winter, 1486 The dawn was rising red over land, covering the vast farm land in a rosy hue. The fields had been covered early this year with a frost that killed any remaining crops and all that was left now was barren landscape, just miles of dirt that was waiting for spring to be tended to. One person was out this cold morning, a man who wa...
Chapter 1: Making it with Becca I used to spend a lot of time working out of town. Some people said I should have just moved, and maybe they were right. All of that time away from home, while not a root cause, ended up contributing to the inevitability of my divorce. Fortunately, I got to know people in most of the places where I worked out of town, and s...
Hans-Olof was not a handsome man. He had always been overweight, had always had glasses. The overweight boy with glasses had matured into a fat man with thick glasses. He had always known that his weight was the first thing that people noticed about him and in most cases judged him by. Everyone felt free to give him advice on diet and exercise, but very seld...
As told by Horace Mandrake "I took near four months to pluck up the courage to ask Ellie - May out and finally when I asked her she turned me down flat, she was eighteen and sort of beautiful, so it wasn't no big deal, hell near every other half beautiful girl had done the same, I never even asked the real beautiful ones like Emma Hart, Jeana Ransome or eve...
My third book of poetry, Running From The Light, was just published by the university press. I'd never made much money from poetry, so it was always gratifying when a stranger told me how much they liked my work. Alas, few did, since sales were usually limited to a few students and less fellow faculty members. As one of the older professors on campus, I fig...
(This is a sequel to "Get Yer Kit Off".) "The Piranha Bar?" I asked. "That's the bar my roommate Sara works at." "Oh yeah, you mean the one who likes to watch you walk around naked?" my friend Greg asked over the phone. "Um...yeah, something like that," I said, trying to hint that it was something more sexual, while wincing at the memory of my week of...
Lucy's 18th birthday present. "Ask her again George," Mary, Lady Melchett ordered her husband Colonel Melchett as he finished his breakfast coffee and stood before the leaded light window with stone surround and stared idly across the manicured lawns of his opulent manor house home. "Yes, I suppose so," he agreed, his heart sinking at the thought of anothe...
Samantha watched Damian close the dungeon door as he stepped back into the hallway of the house. She looked around her in the semi darkness, he had switched the light off and the only light spilling across the floor and walls was the flame from the candles. The shadows were like fingers trying to reach her, there was a draught from somewhere making the flame...
"Oh, Caleb, you are a fast learner," she panted, pushing his hand away from her crotch and extracting his finger from her dripping slot. "What, what's wrong? What did I do?" he cried in dismay. He didn't know exactly where all the kissing and fingering was leading, but he could almost hear the crashing cataract of his Niagara, and he desperately wanted to s...