Prologue In the essence of all things casual, Thomas avoided Jan like the plague. Theirs was not a kiss and tell relationship. Theirs wasn't a relationship at all. There was no such nonsense as holding hands or spending hours gazing into each other's eyes. There was sex. Dark moments of craving and indulgence, a temporary, no consequences union of bodies be...
This is a selfish story, and was only written so that I could finally get it out of my system. It has no entertainment value whatsoever, and I really can't recommend anyone reading it. For those who found my holiday story a tad depressing, well, you haven't seen anything yet. I wish I had never written it, but I couldn't find it in me not to. For Cathy. *...
In death I dream of you. You are beautiful and you are there and you reside in me yet like the perfect stillness of a mist that rises and rests over a calm body of water in the early predawn morning; forever there, forever perfect. The tub you've taken was long and warm and scented and was meant to help with your uncertainties and calm your anticipation. A...
Four All Hallows Eve's had come and gone since Rustin Peace had began the experiments. It began with a thought, a desire really, to be someone he was not. He wanted to be seen as having daring bravado, the quick complement, the inviting smile, exuding humility and confidence, and passionate. He envisioned having this charm so intense that almost every woman...
It is early fall and the leaves on the trees are beginning to fall to the ground. The night air is crisp with a slight mist and a low lying fog, giving the evening an almost eerie appearance. I am walking alone, along a quiet trail dimly lit by lights along one side, trying to clear my mind and have some time to myself. An occasional wind would blow the leav...
Just what the hell was I doing...My self confidence had taken a huge battering since starting the university course, and this seemed to be yet another step in decent to purgatory...hell a giant leap to purgatory! "No different to a street whore!" I told myself. "A two-bit hooker!!" I yelled at me in my thoughts. Now, I have had relationships; and some gre...
Jan knew that he was holding her closer than was appropriate. But it was not close enough. There were too many layers of clothes between them. And a room full of strangers exceeded even his exhibitionist tendencies. He wanted desperately to be alone with this woman once more. But he knew once would not be enough. Not even having her in his bed, the next ni...
This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative...
The wait for the bus was not getting any easier to bear. It seemed to get later and later, but tonight I almost decided to walk the eleven blocks to my apartment. A few minutes before 10:00, a young woman in a full-length wool coat joined me. Her long blonde hair was up in a loose bun with a pencil pushed through it, and she moved nervously in the cold. Sh...
Lauren reluctantly signed her name to the contract, then handed me the pen and looked completely dejected. "You've won." she said. "I have a lot of bills to cover, and you've beaten me." "Miss Newell," I replied, "it isn't my job to beat you; only to keep you in your place." "I don't know if I can do this!" Lauren burst out. "You must," I answered, "or e...