'Chris?' I looked up from my book, over to where Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table. We'd spent the evening in companionable silence. She was studying for her nursing practitioner exams: I was so proud of her. She'd not been qualified long, but she was ambitious and capable, and keen to do well. I'd spent the evening trying to answer questions about Star...
All characters are of legal age. Janice Zwink was a virgin; a chubby and socially awkward 18 year old who was afraid of her own shadow at times, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about things. In the summer of 2000, Janice let her curiosity get the best of her. ...... Chapter One: Home from school. "Hello little lady," the man said to Janice as she...
Disclaimer: This material is intended for an adult audience. All characters and situations described in this story are fictitious in nature. The individuals portrayed in this reading are presumed to be of legal age to engage in sexual activity. Note from author: This is my 2011 Halloween submission. It is the first time that I have ever entered any of my s...
I was attending a soiree with my wife, Clare (soiree: a fancy term for a late happy hour amongst the intelligentsia and I was happy because I had a very nice scotch, neat, in my hand). Anyway, I was sitting quietly in a corner watching my wife and others in the room. She was talking animatedly with her mentor and friend, Professor Randy Holcomb. Her hand mot...
Early morning brought an unusual chill to the Georgia summer and the two women unconsciously sought each other’s body heat and huddled close under the thin quilt to stay warm. The older woman’s bun had come uncoiled in the movements of her slumber, and the long, soft, bright red strands splayed out like flame licking at the pillow. She cradled the younger wo...
I. A Day in the Life August 17, 2001 Duh de duh uh, Duh de duh uh, Duh de duh uh, Duh de duh uh, "I'm stressed But you're Free style, I'm overworked but I'm undersexed You must be made of concrete, I sign my name across your chest." I wake up and take a look at the alarm clock on my bed's headboard-6:20 am. Last day of my summer job at Jacob's Computer Em...
An author named Monsta posted a list of fictional movie synopses, as a story challenge. One in particular caught my attention. My normal writing process is glacial, but this story sprung out almost fully-formed in a day or two. --- It makes sense now, finally. I mean, I was a divorced mom, never had time to date, but I wasn't gay. I was a Twilight Mom! Tea...
'Beyond the Book Shop' is really not the entire story of the protagonist Jake. It is but a portion built largely through what transpired just before and after the sad break in the sublime and sensuous love between two persons became inevitable and irretrievable. I am deeply indebted to two wonderful persons - he, because he made this story possible and she...
The French Police captain escorted me to the Orient Express loading at the Paris Gare de l'Est station. Looking up the conductor he gave him my British passport with its Istanbul visa, my one way ticket, and my purse. He said. "These are the belongings of Mademoiselle Patricia of Leeds. She is to be confined to her compartment until the border. There is als...
AUTHORS NOTE: Many of the characters appearing in this story were first introduced in previous works, including Donkey Boy William, Big Jim and Little Tim, and 14" James - Undercover Cop. ***** "A girl's gotta earn a living...oh my God," Jane cackled. "That's it. That's the fucking title!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth Monica knew the stal...