I looked up from my laptop as pressure on the plate beneath the “Welcome” mat set the doorbell off. “FemBots vs. Charlie’s Angels” would have to wait, the owner was cool about my writing but not when there were customers. The after-work rush wouldn’t start until around six, the clock on the wall showed 3:30, but this time I didn’t mind being interrupted. Th...
“Can I see the room Cordy stays in before we go to bed?” She looked at Angel’s broad and very naked back before he turned to face her. His taut muscles rippled as he moved, Dawn’s mouth went a little dry. Going to bed. This is completely innocent, Angel. Just sleeping. That’s it. Then Angel frowned. What else did she say? Then he remembered. “Sure, princes...
I approached the reception desk in the small hotel and the receptionist greeted me with a warm smile. “Good morning, it’s been a while since you stayed with us!” “Yes, it has, too long, I really enjoy your hospitality.” “Well, your room is ready, room 354, 3rd floor” she said, handing me the key. “Thank you” I replied, smiling, then turned my head to the...
Wendy Ch 11 Brenda “See if the have a room number 9,” Wendy said with a wink when I got out of the car at a promising looking motel. It was still early in the day, no problem. We had time to tour the greenhouses before lunch. The Bresdons were congenial hosts, serving a simple but nourishing fare, sparing us from left over turkey and pumpkin pie. They were...
This story is purely fictional and should be read as such. The other night I was looking around for a game of Madden 2004 online. For those of you that don’t know Madden is the premiere football game right now. After a few minutes I get a challenge from some with an 0-6 record, to me that says free win. I also happened to be in the headset 420 room at the t...
Notes: The title comes come from a comment I received about this piece. I am standing with my writs bound, my arms held upward. I dare a look at my master to see his expression. “You need to learn patience, little one,” he says softly. “So I’m not being punished, master?” “Not yet. But you will be later.” He begins to explore my body with hands and...
Midsummer in South Texas is tough. Sure, it’s not Death Valley, where the asphalt sticks to your boots as you cross the parking lot, but it’s brutal. On a Saturday afternoon in the middle of July, the sun beats down hard enough to make the skin tingle almost immediately. It was a bad day to have to fix my motorcycle. Yes, I ride. No, I’m not some greasy bi...
The White Duck Charlotte bolted upright in her bed, gasping for breath. Her eyes darted around the dark room. For a few minutes, she wasn’t sure where she was, or why she felt so terrified. This can’t be happening again, she thought as her mind began to reassemble some sort of order. She laid back down and put her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating...
I’m sitting alone atop the clock tower, eating ice cream, when I hear Axel approach. “You’re early.” He says. “No, you’re just late.” I respond. He takes his seat next to me. We sit there in silence for a moment. I decide to make conversation. “Today makes two hundred fifty five.” “What’s that about?” “It’s been that many days since I joined the Organization...
This story is based on a true life experience a reader shared with me. He wanted me to write this story for him and his wife and gave me permission to post it here. He has elected to remain anonymous, but I am grateful to him for the idea he so generously passed along to me. My thanks and appreciation! It’s funny, the things one remembers about their youth...