First there is no sex in this story, and it is a first story so beware of armatures. It takes place in the Swarm Cycle universe. The Swarm Cycle is a collection of stories written around a concept introduced by the Thinking Horndog about an alien invasion and Earth's reaction to it. The intent is for it to be a public, multi-author universe after the fashio...
1972 in a town just outside of Utica, New York. *** I lifted the last of the plants into the back of the station wagon under the watchful eye of Mrs. Birdsall, and after I closed the back securely I brushed my hands together and rubbed them on my jeans. "There you go, Mrs. Birdsall!" I announced loudly in my deep bass voice. "All set." "What time do you...
Gail fondly remembered when her husband, John, had looked like the young man setting the fancy drink on the table next to the lounge chair where she reclined. She tore her eyes from the prime male specimen serving her to her husband. He'd softened some and was thicker in the waist, but he still excited her more than any man, and whenever he smiled at her she...
I am a dirty old man. Really. I am not sure when I became one, but it was a conscious decision that required years of planning and a bit hard work. When I had a achieved the ripe old age of 36 I had very little to show for myself. No wife, no kids, no house. I had a crappy office job and a crappier apartment. I was a white middle aged slob. I could legally d...
Satish had been gone a few days and I had managed to find myself a suitor for most of the nights. On days that I couldn't find someone to fuck me, I would end up playing with my toys and putting up a show for the man in the opposite building. I think it was around the 8th or the 9th day that my husband called. He told me that he was returning home the next...
Stacy Lancaster was working on her makeup when she heard her husband's cell phone ring. She didn't think anything of it. She was a bit preoccupied. Stacy usually didn't wear makeup. Even at work where she was an office manager she only wore a little lipstick and skipped that half the time. She had become reasonably proficient with blush and eye-shadow, occa...
Chapter III - Sylvia's Friday At 7:00 the next morning I pounded on the bedroom door. I heard Sylvia answer fuzzily. "Get up sleepyhead! Breakfast in thirty minutes - ready or not!" She was ready in twenty nine minutes. We went to the cafe in the lobby for bacon and eggs. At 8:30 I bundled her in to a taxi and we went across town to a huge shopping mall...
Lauren felt the plane slow and come to a halt. Looking out the window, she saw nothing but rolling desert hills covered with low lying trees and shrubs. If there were people and a village, it must not be close. Brent unbuckled his seat belt and stood up. "I'll be right back," he pronounced before disappearing into the cockpit. Lauren unbuckled her own belt...
My son JJ's 4th grade class was going on a trip to the National Zoo in Washington D. C., and of course my wife Shirley had volunteered me to be one of the parent helpers. This is just what I wanted to do, spend a day with a bunch of loud, unruly 8 and 9 year olds. But duty calls, and sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. JJ and I got to the school early...
He had no idea how long they had been sitting there but he recognized Megan's voice immediately. ". . .he is around here close. I can feel it. I have always been able to sense when he is near. I just hope he will stop long enough to talk with me so I can explain what we mean to each other. I have to make him believe me." The other person must have been Mary...