They sat on opposite sides of the couch in silence, neither saying a word to each other. A magazine sat open on her lap, and as she flipped through the pages she could feel his frustration rising. "I hate you so much," Ben said suddenly, staring straight ahead. Julia didn't even look up from her reading at her boyfriend's outburst. She had gotten used to th...
1) I took the afternoon off work so I could catch a baseball game. The Jays were hosting the hated Yankees. I met my buddy Dave outside the stadium. The first pitch was thrown out by a local celebrity. He was a soccer player who played on the Canadian national team. He also played in the English Premiere League for Arsenal. He was probably the best Canadian...
Having received grief on another site, I wish to take this opportunity to say this story was INSPIRED BY RichardGerald's "Another Love". The set up to each is similar but as you will see, my PLOT walks into a whole other realm. No text was copied nor characters reused. I do not want to get into a pissing contest but if we say you can't do that because someon...
Authors Note: This is a work of fiction and is not a quick stroker kind of story. It's involved; with character build up and relationship development. One of the main characters is transgender and there are sexual interactions with that character. So if that's not your 'thing' you might want to check out one of my other stories. I do hope you give this one a...
This story contains no graphic sex scenes. Constructive comments are solicited and welcome. If you like or even dislike my effort here please comment on it and/or send an email to me. Your comments, votes/ratings, and emails help me to grow as a writer. I want to thank my wife for her help in keeping me somewhat in the realm of reality while writing this st...
"What are we going to wear?" Jeff was sick of hearing it. He could have given less than a shit about throwing on a hot latex mask and prancing around the neighborhood. It wasn't bad enough that he was twenty-five years old being forced to celebrate a kid's holiday, but Halloween would be eight years to the day his high school sweetheart had been killed in a...
Chapter Two: The Mansion "Hello Ms. Pendergrast," Mr. Smith smiled politely at the prim child care worker after he walked out to greet us. "Hello Sabrina," Mr. Smith stretched out a beautifully manicured hand and I shook it shyly. "I hope you like our little home here," Mr. Smith added warmly. Little home? I would hardly call it little and almost laugh...
The Killers: A Love Story I needed a break from the book trudge that my alter-ego is in the middle of. So another one of my quasi-romances. I adapted the theme from The Killers, hence the name. And like the original, nothing in this story is as it appears. I hope that you enjoy it - but please send me feedback either way - DT _____________________________...
As always, a big shout-out to bikoukumori, for a stellar editing job. Also, a big 'thank you' to all you people who are reading and voting on my stuff. Seeing you enjoy my story is one hell of a boost. This time, the story is a bit darker, involving several instances of non-consentual sex. Consider yourself warned. As always, there's only adults in this s...
In June 1979, there was an attempt to assassinate an American Four Star General in Europe. This fact is contained in an online biography of the general upon whom the attempt was made. The details of that attempt as related herein are totally my own and any resemblance(s) to The General or the actual event is (are) purely coincidental. Likewise, the rest of t...