As I sit here typing I can feel as my sinuses fill up like a heavy water balloon ready to burst. The pressure pushes against my eyes causing an annoying pain; they feel as if they are about to pop out of my head. I can barely see the screen as I continue to write the story I am working on. My throat dry as the desert, tortured by the blast of the powerful...
“Hello?” Caroline said in the phone receiver removing her earring, but no one was on the phone. Caroline looked around her apartment with her big brown eyes holding a fear that most of us know. Damn it she thought to herself and hurried out the front door grabbing her purse on the way out. Dressed for work in her gray slack suit, with gray pumps, she was goi...
It was a typical sunny summer day, I decided to get the motorcycle out and go for a cruise. I got prepared to head out, in which direction I had no clue. This chick was ready for the open road. I headed down the highway towards an unknown destination. My mind wondering as it often does when I am cruising the open roads, the freedom from it all, the wind hi...
'Click click click' sang the heels of black leather boots as I crossed the car show room. It was late and the only light showing me my way was from the moon which was reflecting in the window. I had only received the all clear message from David twenty minutes ago. I still had a lot of work to do but I was going to let an opportunity like this pass me by....
I wrote this story as a fantasy for someone specifically, and then decided to share. Innocently he looked up from his walk just in time to see her disappear from view to anyone who might be watching from the sidewalk - should anyone be looking. He wasn't, or it least he wasn't until her movement caught his eye. She may have fallen. She may need help! It wa...
When we left the dormitory, we were all spiffy and clean in our dress white overseas uniforms. We'd been steaming 16 days from Long Beach to Honolulu where we outfitted and took on freight for the overseas command. The Ship's Captain was allowing 65% of the crew to have shore leave tonight, and the rest would get the day leave tomorrow. The port was expect...
My Secret Life, by "Walter", is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author's sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. It was first published in a private edition of eleven volumes, at the expense of the author, including an imperfect index, which appeared over seven years beginning around 1888. The work itself is enormous, amounting to...
Over the years since my first two unplanned events, I've had many more that I did plan. I won't bore you with most of them because they were the usual sort of things - naked sunbathing on a deserted or semi-deserted beach and on my patio and deck. More skinnydipping, etc. Mostly fun and not very intense or daring things. However, during this time ther...
He'd grown weary of pretending to struggle, in case she was watching. This was new, being unable to see and lashed to the bed. An hour now, maybe more, and his anticipation had gone soft; replaced by vague unease and just a hint of apprehension. Sound, unfamiliar, startled. Heels perhaps, creaking wood, and unfamiliar leather. His nostrils flared at the scen...
You're lying face down on the bed with just your pants on. Traveling can be draining, a nap would be welcome right about now. The bed smells like any other bed in a Sheraton smells, vaguely of laundry, mostly of money. From somewhere out in the hall, you can hear women's voices and the faint ding of the elevator bell. The water in the bathroom turns on r...