U.S. Destroyer Tempra sailed West along the Northern African coast. Onboard, the crew was gathered ready for the briefing and eager to get to the new port.Chief Petty Officer Dashworth looked at his men as they crammed into the room, making sure they were all in attendance. He wanted to make sure nobody missed out on his warnings and instructions.Dashworth called for silence. "In about two hours we will be arriving into p...
Growing up a gay girl in a small Bible Belt town was not easy, trust me. I tried it and cannot recommend it to anyone. In fairness, that was almost 20 years ago and it was harder then.(Sorry, I lapsed into "Get off my lawn" mode.)These days, lesbianism has attained a certain cachet. It's nearly impossible now to watch a movie orTV program without a lesbian (always an attractive one, I must add). Hell, we've replaced the w...
I’m warm, safe. She’s next to me, hugging one of my arms around her shoulder like a blanket. I draw in a breath of her scent and… “Sal?” I ask, allowing the smallest possible amount of light through my eyelids, reality comes back. “Mmm.” Now don’t get excited, Sal is most certainly not someone I expected to ever find in my bed. Me and Sal don’t have compatible sexualities. Well, not anymore anyway. Sofa? I remember where...
This story goes back a few years, to shortly after I married Julie. During our first year of marriage we lived in a studio flat in southeast London. Like most newlyweds, we struggled to make ends meet. Besides my day job in the city, I managed to supplement my income in the evenings by selling cocaine in pubs in and around my local area. Trouble is, Julie and I seemed to snort all the profits ourselves rather than turn it...
Donald leaves the room but is back in moments with a bottle of wine and glasses. “Emma, I want you to be totally relaxed for us to do this for the first time,” he tells her as he hands her a glass of wine. “Perhaps, something more than wine would be helpful,” he continues. He opens a drawer and pulls out an ashtray, lighter and a rolled joint. Emma has never, ever, even considered using drugs, even if it is just marijua...
Coming out of a reverie, I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I’d been staring at a blank slide in my Power Point presentation for fifteen minutes. I was supposed to give a presentation on conflict dynamics in family systems for class at Clinton State University the next morning, and I had nothing. It all made sense in my head, but when I tried to visualize it on the computer, all the words and text seemed to float around in a c...
Maybe the molly was a mistake but, at the time, it had felt like a good idea and it probably would have been if I had limited it to one pill. Or hadn’t followed that up with a tab of acid adorned with a big yellow smiley face. There was a moment, several moments in fact, of doubt but then that indescribable feeling of liquid love started rolling through my veins like honey and all was forgotten beyond the here and the no...
"Sure, I'll try anything twice."It used to be a cheeky motto she would quote in high school and college when asked to experiment with new, sometimes illicit, often sexually explicit ventures. But she quickly realized how thrilling it was to actually abide by this ideology, to live fully and experience every sensation imaginable while she was still a young and impressionable adult.Having always been a fan of horror and thr...
Flowers in Her HairThe flowers were waiting for Julie when she pulled up to her apartment. A bouquet of daisies resting upon the welcome mat putting a smile on her face. Even after all these years, she mused as she unlocked the door, then closed it behind her before searching for an unused vase to set them on, settling on a glazed pink cylinder, which was placed on near the kitchen window. She’d always loved flowers. ...
She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the touch of fingers on her exposed nakedness, attempting to decipher each stroke into a shape without overloading her mind (much as the flurry of so many hands were overloading her senses). A heart. A flower (or perhaps a sun). Letters were harder, as someone wrote a script upon her belly, each line drawing closer to a still untouched pussy. Were they words of love, she wondered...
I was a long way from the roach-infested tenement back in the Big Apple, sitting on my thirty-something ass in an always open waffle house just off the Las Vegas Strip. I was looking for the lo-cal blueberry syrup because my selection of well-pressed trousers was getting a mite tight around the waistline and I was starting to feel sluggish and slow in the early morning hours.Of course, nobody that lived in Vegas, includin...
Her room was awash with color. No overhead light. No brass lamps topped with beige lamp shades. The walls glowed with bright neon images. Tigers and mushrooms and wizards and rainbows brought to life by a tube of violet light. A glowing aquarium full of multi-colored fish moving slowly about through a forest of slowly waving plant life. A lava lamp, its contents morphing slowly, breaking apart, floating, reassembling c...
She'll call herself Baby Blue when they're desperate for a name to moan. Stole it from a billboard ad along highway 70. Thinks it was the name for a zoo's newborn seal; bit like that song... Baby Beluga? Blue Jean Baby? Can't say for sure. Doesn't really matter. All that does is the power it seems to hold over men, especially those graying at the temples. They'll whisper it with beer breath, hand on her thigh. Baby Blue....
Tommy King was at a crossroad in his life. Since school he'd worked a successful pizza franchise but was forced to go bankrupt after a failed marriage. Having never touched anything illicit, not even so much as a cigarette, his newfound underworld friends coached him with a different path. He quickly became a drug dealer in one of the craziest nightclubs in town. This club even issued VIP-membership lollypop look-alike ke...
The Black Keys thunder from pulsating speakers as Rex scorches us across a parched stretch of desolation. Madness glints in his eyes as he ups the volume and floors the accelerator, pushing the jittery needle past eighty-eight. The engine spits and roars. In the mirror I see a cloud of black exhaust streaming from the ass end of the restored Tradesman. The imagery has me reminiscing of raven hair and eyes that smoldered l...
