Fiction
18 and eager to continue learning…. “Cum for me, angel,” Michael said with a purr in his voice as he rubbed my...
“Where are we?” Ellen asked. “This is my crib,” Gerald said with relish, much the same way a king would indicate his castle. He pointed...
Chapter three: wild imaginings Kayla waited nervously for Brett. She imagined his firm jaw, his sharp, clear eyes boring into her. She...
Noon, the following day. I’d been watching Heidi and her niece as much as I could and realized they stuck to each other like...
I was visiting a friend of mine at the hospital, in a city I’ve never been to before. It seems they have a pool...
photo: Robert Collins on Unsplash I have never been able to speak to anyone about this. It’s a source of some shame, I suppose. I...
I drove into the motel’s courtyard, slid my Sedan into an empty parking space and turned off the engine. The courtyard was dark and...
By guest writer James Neil Clarke (aka, my James) photo: Biuro Tłumaczeń Late on Tuesday, near closing time, Tess stepped into the Wearhouse, a bar...
18 and eager to learn… The summer that I turned 18, my parents invited their friend’s son Michael to stay with us for...
By guest writer James Neil Clarke (aka, my James) photo: Biuro Tłumaczeń She walked into the bar a little under-the-radar, but her purse caught David’s...
