***This is a story with a bunch of characters in it that I found I quite liked. They were originally developed for use in A Big Shiny Blue Marble, but sadly, they didn't make the cut. I re-read the story a while ago and I thought it might fly if it was presented as a separate -- and very finite -- finished work of say two to four chapters for Mother's Day....
Out of the Fire I cried myself through a shower that night, it was a good cry, the kind that sheds pain and guilt, the kind that in the end brings a type of clarity and renewal that you only experience through loss. But truly, in the end, it accomplishes nothing. The guilt isn't truly shed, you simply pay it homage. The pain is still there, it's simply been...
While we waited for the train, on the platform of the subway station, Masako and Yoko told us that the next weekend we would have not gone to the love hotel. They wanted to show us something in the suburbs of Tokio. Something "cultural", they said. But judging by how they looked at each other, with a wily smile, it should be not so "cultural". Or if it was "...
Author's Note: Most of my (something) Full of Pussy stories involve one man being serviced by multiple women. This is a slight departure from that formula. Emjoy! Enjoy! ******************** Well, that was weird. Sexy – oh Christ, incredibly sexy – but very very weird. Jeez, where do I start? OK, I guess first I need to explain who I am and who Sherr...
Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "Crafting the Perfect Story," followed by their adventures in "Tickled Pink." This is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first two stories. Nearly home from their weekend ritual of neighborhood bakery for coffee and pastries, James allowed Andrea th...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I rapped on the door. Hearing the hand on the other side of the door, fumbling with the lock, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was coming. "Justin!" I said a little more breathlessly than I meant as the door opened. "Danielle! You changed your mind!" he greeted me with surprise. "Come in, Please!" "I can't." I ans...
"But, Papa!" Emma cried. "Enough!" He had gone crimson, a truly alarming shade, darker than the stained-glass in the church window above the pew where they sat every Sunday. "You're lucky I don't snap your neck like a chickenbone, girl! Ungrateful hussy. As I live and breathe, you're lucky." Emma fell silent. She clutched her traveling valise, the one she...
Author's Note: This story contains both gay male sex and straight sex. It is an erotic retelling of the classic story, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. If this turns you off, or if you're a medieval lit snob who will be pissed at me for messing up a classic story, don't read on. Otherwise, please enjoy. *************** "Welcome, sir knight, to our hall,"...
There was this woman. She must have lived or worked in my neighborhood in New York City. I say this because I often saw her either when I left for work at 7:30am or returned home around 6pm. Occasionally I would also see her shopping at the same market on the weekends. There are a lot of people in New York, especially if one includes the tourists, but one...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** When Ralph Waters had bought the DeGarde, Louisiana home, it almost seemed too large for a single man of twenty four years of age to own. It had five bedrooms and four full baths and two half-baths, one on the ground floor, and one on the second fl...