‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come...

Under the street lamps and neon signs, the streets and sidewalks glistened from the recent rain. It always seemed to have just rained around here, leaving puddles and steam coming off the hot concrete. Day or night, it was always humid. But did anyone see this place in the daylight? I don’t know. Like everyone else on this side of the bridge, I seemed to only come out at night. There may have been a moon out that night, a...

Harry Carter and I went way back. He was, like me, from a part of the military that doesn’t exist. He had to leave when he mislaid a leg in some shitty part of the world. I’d carried him most of the way out and while he didn’t owe me anything (he’d have done the same for me), he’d remained a close and dear friend. He was also one of the most resourceful men I knew. If the police couldn’t find who was trying to kill Lauren...

Monday night was interesting, to say the least. Christine had a "date" and was not around, so Dimitri showed up at our place unannounced and unhappy. Karl was ecstatic that Alec would arrive sometime tonight. We knew Rex would show up when he finished his local tasks. We also knew Rex would claim his property. I prayed that Alec and Ian would show up and be such a distraction for my husband so that I could get the fucking...

Four people, two men and two women, lolled about, no one wanting to break the mood. A bystander might not realize who was married to whom, who was fucking whom. Husband Karl had fucked Christine, the prostitute, right before my face, with me lying 69 on my carpet, her straddling me, me grabbing as much of her cunt-lips as I could reach. She sucked the same for me. The plain term sixty-nine doesn’t do our partnership justi...

A fog hovered low over the ground that evening as the air hung heavy, saturated in humidity of the southern waterfront. “Damn this street,” she muttered to herself while cautiously making her way across the dimly lit colonial cobblestone street in a pair of high heels. Stepping onto the brick sidewalk, she sighed with relief and walked toward the bright neon ‘Open’ sign at the corner. Dead silence greeted her steps until...

“I have an idea!” Michelle exclaimed excitedly. We had just left Palm Beach and were headed south toward the big smoke. Next stop Sydney and the city lights. “I’m pleased for you,” I laughed with a hint of sarcasm. She shook her head in dismay. “You just can’t get good help these days.” Without missing a beat she ploughed on. “It’s such a lovely evening, which matches perfectly with the magical day we’ve had, and neither...

It was a surprisingly warm day for October. I had gone out at lunch for a sandwich and marvelled at the kaleidoscope of colours among the trees along the river. The linden were so pretty this year, the lemon yellow and olive a lovely contrast to the warm tones of the sycamore, which overhung the water’s edge. Had I more strictly artistic leanings, I might have set up my easel and splashed a watercolour of the lovely scene...

A life of curves presents the slow reveal, that often pays grand dividends at the end! This much I've learned. Patience can be a virtue sometimes. "Shackled", "caged", "suppressed liberation", "aching for release"; all some of my favorite expressions of late, to describe my "sensual" reality up to date… but I'm "married". Yes "married", if that's what you want to call it, living this damn cloistered life, which in my mind...

This is a collaborative work between Kim and myself. Part 2 concludes "Passionate Danger."Chuck, instantly alert, heard his cousin hollering loudly in the sitting room to an unknown man. He untangled himself from Sammi’s soft arms and grabbed his pants. Telling her that he would be right back, he tugged on his pants, minus underwear. Sammi, who was still lying naked in the bed, was rewarded with a very sexy view of his ta...

Tallahassee, FloridaAn athletic young mid-twenties black man was running along a lake edge jogging path on the outskirts of town. He enjoyed running along this path which made about a three-mile circle encompassing a gorgeous serene lake surrounded by live oak trees thick with hanging spanish moss. He loved seeing the thick reeds that extended up from the smooth waters, the large swaths of water lilies and watching the wa...

This story is a collaborative work between Kim and myself. Thousands of evil thoughts raced through her mind, as she stared at Ben’s phone bill. He was at it again, and Samantha was sure of it. You would think that with his military research job, he would want to avoid the limelight. Ben, an attention whore, could not keep a secret to save his life. She knew all about the top secret medical research he was doing with a bl...