The Girl Upstairs

The guy was on his back on my kitchen floor, working on my recalcitrant dishwasher, which had stopped working just when every dish in the house was dirty and loaded into it. His name was Pete and he was in a tight blue Dish-o-Matic uniform, his long legs stretched across my kitchen floor. While Pete labored on, I was sitting nearby at my small breakfast table watching him repair, so naturally we started talking.

It was just a lot of guy-stuff. Baseball. Basketball. Nascar. We were both big

Lights, Camera, Action Part 01

The crowd in the hotel bar were engaged in friendly chatter. The small tables, each surrounded by horseshoe shaped red leather chairs, were all full as were the ten or so stools at the bar. People talked in couples or groups. Everyone seemed to be relaxed and at ease with their surroundings.

Yanik closed the black leather folder he had in front of him and loosened his tie.

His companions had left just a few minutes earlier and, no longer needing to take up a table that seated six, he got to his

Presence Ch. 02

The rain was pouring down as Jeff’s car pulled up by my building. The water pounded against the roof of the car and slithered down the windows like liquid snakes. People were hurrying past on the street, huddled under umbrellas. I pulled out my keys from my pocket and grabbed my bag which had been resting on the seat next to me.

Matt, sitting on the passenger seat, turned around to look at me.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back? You could stay at our place while we’re

The Taking

I had made it known to you very early on in our relationship that I needed to be inside you. It is something that is very important to me, something that defines who I am. You were too shy and reluctant to even discuss it, but, fully aware of my needs and desires, our relationship continued. We both enjoyed our intimate explorations of each other.

You were satisfied with touching and sucking. I too enjoyed it, but I wanted and needed more. Tonight, I will have my way with you. I will take what

Born to be Three

Something changed in my life when I looked up and saw him. A beautiful young man in vest and jeans, sun shining and lighting his body as it hip-jerked with laughter. Tanned shiny muscles, soft but strong. Tight flat stomach, He knew he looked good. He pushed his body forward, he displayed his muscles, he turned easy and relaxed. His jeans were deliciously tight, bewitching. But I could see something else.

Probably because I was that much older, I saw an insecurity, a lack of confidence. He was

My Holiday in Florence

I first went to Florence with my parents when I was 18. We were to spend five days there as part of a tour of Italy. When we arrived at the Hotel late in the afternoon the manager and I found that we could talk to each other in French and so, as my parents didn’t speak Italian, I did the negotiations. When we had sorted out the rooms the manager asked me quietly if I would like to take a bath a little later and I had agreed that I would like a bath sometime after dinner. We finished our

Secret Love

When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and as I looked at him, arms and legs akimbo and with his eyes closed, I started to get emotional, knowing this would likely be the last time we would ever do what we were about to do.

How many times had we been like this over the years? Dozens and dozens of times over the years, but not nearly often enough to suit me. I remember the first time like it was yesterday…

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It began with

Thirty-Six Wheels

Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. Nebraska to New York. I guess I’ve been driving that route for over fifteen years now. It was a long trip and it was a boring trip. Long hours at the wheel of my eighteen-wheel refrigerated trailer-truck, delivering meat from the heartland to the East Coast. I had a good steady job with Macon, Mitchell and Marlin, the big meat company, and I certainly wasn’t complaining.

But all those long lonely nights on the road, when I could have been

Summer Moon

“Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you” ~ from the song “Beauty and the Beast” by Nightwish

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“Are you sure you want to spend your last summer before college out in the middle of nowhere?”

Jamie sighed into the phone.

“Yes, mom. I’m

With Mother’s Approval

Dinner was unusually quiet as I could tell my mother had something on her mind. After the table was cleared she told me she had heard something that really disturbed her.

“Jimmy, I spoke with a woman today who lives in the complex and she told me…….oh god I almost can’t say