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The streetlights glimmered off the wet pavement as Jake and Katie drove through the city. Another Christmas party over and done with! Done with the boring introductions to people neither really cared about. Jake and Katie didn’t like Christmas parties all that much because most were boring obligations. Katie liked looking at all the elegant gowns the women wore but she hated tuxedos, as they never showed what a woman wanted so see … a nice butt, a broad chest or strong arms! She allowed her head to lean back in the seat still feeling mildly light headed from the open bar. She watched the streetlights pass by overhead and fondly remembered the evening. Her damp panties reminding her of Kevin. Continue reading »

After many years of trying as an amateur writer, I finally had found a publisher who was interested in publishing a mystery novel I had written. The “gimmick” of the novel was that the detective who solved the mystery was a woman named Sherri Holmes, who used the methods of the venerable Sherlock Holmes.

The publisher invited me to his New York office for lunch, and we ate at a small French restaurant on 52nd Street.

“I like this idea so much that I want you to start thinking about a series starring this detective,” he said, “That’s where the money is—in series. Think of A is for Apple—or whatever the first one in that series was called.” Continue reading »

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a crush, like I had on you – “do you”?”

I didn’t move a muscle. She was the one holding the gun. The “big” gun. They must all look big from this close up.

She squinted her eyes. Big, beautiful green eyes, actually. “I asked you a question!”

“Well I . . . .” I stammered, “I’m not sure I knew just how you felt, I guess I knew you liked me, but . . .”

“Liar!” she snapped. “You “knew” I was in love with you. You just couldn’t see yourself with me could you? I wasn’t your “type”. I was a little too motherly for you, not spontaneous enough – not fun enough. A little too possessive. I asked you too many questions.” Continue reading »

“Eve, I don”t know what I”m going to do. He”s like a big puppy dog who followed me home, and I can”t keep him. I care about him, but he doesn”t understand that we can”t go backwards and that I”m with Adrian now. We”re two totally different people now.” I twisted the phone cord as I confessed to my best friend.

“Zoe, why would he move all the way to New York? You didn”t….” her voice faded out and she was silent for a moment. “Shit…you did, didn”t you?”

“In a moment of weakness. You know, goodbye, thanks for all the wonderful times we had, blah blah blah.” I ran a hand through my hair in irritation at my stupidity. Continue reading »

The impossible blue Montana sky arched over the rolling hills. I’d gone there for the summer along with my brother and his wife. They planned on staying on after the summer, but I had to get back to school. I had jeopardized my deferment by dropping out of college that spring.

Yes, this was back in the dark days of The Draft. In the late sixties, when this all happened, the war was ramping up steeply in Vietnam. So I’d put my neck in the noose when I dropped out. Nevertheless, I’d been living with Bill and his wife, Terry when they made the decision to go to Montana. My only choice was to go back to my parents’ house across town. I was 19. There was no choice. I wasn’t on the best terms with my parents anyway. Continue reading »

I couldn’t tell whether you were asleep or not as I stepped into the room,shutting the door quietly behind me,your form profiled by the light of the new born day peeking thru the window.

“Bay-bee,”I say in the way that you love,the Tennessee accent shining thru,”I’m here.”

I hear your sleepy moan as I near the bed,my shoes come off,and I slide in behind you. You immediately ‘perk’ up and press yourself against me. I take inventory of your beautiful body before I lay down. T-shirt and panties. Continue reading »

The big day had arrived, after much flirting and some torrid chat sessions, we were going to meet to watch some “adult” videos together. I had never done anything like this before; sure I had watched videos with guys, but only as a prelude to sex. Greg and I didn’t intend to have sex, we were meeting to watch and be watched.

Our flirting relationship had started at work. As we got to know each other the casual off-color comments took on a more seductive quality, and soon we were talking about past experiences and fantasies. During our talks, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge that would grow in Greg’s pants, at first he seemed embarrassed by it, but I put him at ease telling him that I found it sexy that my fantasies could arouse him as much as they did me. I admit to teasing him to some extent, when we talked about things, I would let my gaze travel down to his groin and linger there until I was sure that he noticed. I enjoyed exercising this small bit of control, and judging by his reaction, I think he did too. Continue reading »

He sat there, in the dark, unaware of everything except the chair he sat in. It felt sturdy, had a straight back and no arms. It reminded him of the chairs his high school had. He thought to himself that he’d been sitting there a long time waiting, but waiting for what? All he knew was that he was to wait there in the dark and not move.

He noticed that the room was dark enough he couldn’t see anything. Even now that his eyes had adjusted, it was too dark and he imagined that this was what it would be like to be blind. There was a soft, unidentifiable sound from somewhere in the room and his head twitched trying to locate it. “Hello?,” the sound of his own voice startled him. “Who’s here?” There was no sound, save his breathing, which was becoming more rapid. From behind him, he heard it. The sound of a match striking and the familiar scent of it. It lit the room just a little and everything in him said to turn around, but that wasn’t what he had been instructed to do. Continue reading »

“The following is based on a true story, names have been changed for obvious reasons.”

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“Thank you!” I yelled out, “The next song we’re going to do is one of our favorites by Stone Temple Pilots! This one is called ‘Sex Type Thing’!”

Oops. Maybe I should explain what’s going on here. My name is Scott, and I’m the lead singer for Riot Squad. At least I was. This story takes place back in 1994. The band was playing in the club owned by my friend Randi Elliott. At this point we were still a cover band, covering everything from 80’s hair metal to the Seattle “grunge” scene. We’d started writing our own songs and were slowly working them into our sets. We had about five original songs at this point, but our set contained mostly covers. Everything from Metallica to Soundgarden. Occasionally we mixed in some older stuff like early Kiss and Black Sabbath. Continue reading »

The water was cool on my skin and felt very refreshing. The lake was very noisy and the water was filled with naked bodies, so it surprised me when I felt a soft hand brush against my ankle. I looked down, but whoever had touched me was already gone. I looked around for anybody who was surfacing, but saw that there wasn’t a soul within a ten foot circle of me. As I was getting even more curious about who had touched me, I once again felt a small hand brush against me. This time it grazed the back of my knee. Continue reading »