It had not only been one hell of a day, it'd been one of those days that make you think about changing careers. I wasn't sure that Jase Conrad Investigations had a long future, at least, not if I had many more days like this. Surely, somewhere in Nashville, Tennessee, there was a rich widow who needed a live-in someone to polish her pipes, so to speak. I've...
Marissa decided that it was her day to run a bit of an inspection. This was always John's way of dealing with the place, especially as it got bigger and bigger. He would walk random inspections, after work hours and the place was at rest, to see how it looked, and how it felt. He always insisted that it gave him a good sense of the place. And as with other p...
She wanted to please me. Diane arrived home from work on Friday afternoon and poured herself a glass of wine to try and unwind from the week and also to think about the evening to come. She had wanted Jack her boyfriend to master her and make her his slave for the evening. All she knew was she was to meet a black man for dinner and was left instructions on...
The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather uninterestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other...
MORNING | DOIN' JUST FINE The metal guardrails had greyed, and the cement blocks which contained them had chipped and cracked. The wooden boards upon which those blocks sat had begun to splinter and bend from years of weather and heavy foot traffic. Avery barely recognized the spot where he stood. In front of him was a statue of a long-dead boy, important...
Sickly, feeble, yellow lighting. Warm water. Little drops falling, landing in puddles. Hot steam, hiding the far corners of the room. Splashing of feet moving in the water. Suds and bubbles sliding down her skin. A shower. She stands there, warm drops caressing her bare body. The troubles of her day wash away. She scrubs herself, till she's squeaky...
It is an hour past sunset and the only lights visible down the dark corridor are the dim sconces mounted on the walls. They are spaced far enough apart to leave one nearly in the dark in the areas between. And if that person dares walking to the end of the corridor, then it might be possible to hear strange sounds coming from behind the ancient, heavy oaken...
This is a work of fiction; all characters are over 18. It involves interracial sex. If that offends you, skip it. Otherwise, read and enjoy. * Chris and his wife, Monica, lay together one night after a round of sex. "Where were you?" Chris asked, "When I was fucking you," he said, "the look on your face told me you were someplace else. Off in a fantasy."...
The week started uneventfully. In fact, it was another boring and routine work week. Things changed on Tuesday when Jan was not home at her usual time of seven and I was starting to worry when she had not appeared by eight. I was just calling her phone when I heard her fumbling with the front door lock. She entered the room and stood looking at me. She had a...
Every once in awhile I'll enter one of those contests you see in a store or in a magazine. You know the kind, the ones basically designed to entice you into entering just so they can get your phone number or email address and hound you to death with sales offers. I happened to be shopping for groceries on a cold, snowy, January evening when I spotted the a...