Last week James came home from work tired and frustrated. He fixed us some dinner and we sat quietly for about fifteen minutes before he spoke. When he did his voice was low and nervous. "I have to go to Baton Rouge for a week long conference. I would like for you to come with me," he said softly. "When are you going?" I asked. " It's a week and a half aw...
All characters depicted in this story are aged at least 18, and all acts and events are based entirely on the imagination of the author. ***** It was a Wednesday afternoon during half-term, but even so the doctor's surgery waiting room was quiet. Apart from an elderly gentleman, two young women with small children, and a man who looked to be in his mid-20s...
It was dark; there was a deep blue haze that infused the room, a foggy atmosphere surrounded me with the ghostly pallor streaming in through the window. It was like a blue moon thrusting its rays through the cloudy haze all around. I lay on a bed of satin sheets and pillows and rags, long lengths of fabric strewn across the surface. The only sound was a rasp...
I knew that Salinger wanted me to take the sexual lead more often; to be more creative, more aggressive. But I also knew that when I was he would usually pull back; mixed signals that infuriated me. I would get turned on, get inspired, try to execute that inspiration on Salinger; only to have him pull back on me, leaving me feeling rejected and downright shi...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two characters and I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work, "My Indian Summer". The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed aunt who has...
High school was not a fun place for me. Being more of the geeky outsider, more interested in science, computers, and the related pop-culture associated with those interests, meant I had few friends. It also meant that I was so far out of the social ladder that I wouldn't be able to see the bottom rung with a pair of binoculars. So, when Amanda, one of the mo...
Author's note: This story contains depictions of a woman transforming, graphically and willingly, into a sentient male contraceptive. As I suspect this concept may, perhaps, have limited appeal to those not already possessing some form of fetish for similar content, I figured' I'd give a heads-up before you invest time into something you aren't necessarily g...
"I have news," said Debbie. I'd just come through the front door to find her standing in the foyer of our small apartment. She was 29 with dark hair, girl-next-door beauty and a smile that was usually ready. On that summer evening, her smile was not ready. Had it been another day I would have given her the bouquet of long-stemmed roses at the door, but...
PROLOGUE The lights in the dungeon were dim, but the acrylic cane She whipped through the air was black light reactive, creating a fearful streak of light through the air an instant before the inside of my right thigh seared with pain. The sound of my sudden gasp could not block out the snap from skilled administration of a punishment stroke. I felt I had b...