I'm fucking my best friend's wife. I know I'm going to hell. We both are. Tammy loves Brad, and I think he's the best guy in the world. But we can't help ourselves. Whenever I get within ten feet of her, my cock gets hard, and Tammy says I'm the only man who fucks her...
The Abbey of Saint Blaise hunkered on the edge of a bluff above the village at the edge of the Adirondacks, but one approached it from the flank along a roadway just out of sight of the gothic-grotesque monstrosity. There was one final bend of the road before the...
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." On the other end of the vid line I heard a small sigh. The view screen showed nothing but the grille pattern signifying the confidentiality of the confessional call-in line. Even so, I knew who waited on the other end. Father...
He has that look, you know, that perfect everything-in-the-right place look: the suit, the steel-rimmed glasses, the conservative tie, the neatly trimmed moustache, the gray, receding hairline and the slight paunch. Sitting next to him at the dentist's office, unable...
The act of vanishing from the face of the earth is not as romantic as it sounds. There are twenty-four hours in a day and ultimately there is one person from whom you can never entirely escape. The glimmer of satisfaction comes in knowing that surely, somewhere,...
RESEARCHER'S NOTE: As always, the names of all persons and places referenced have been changed to preserve anonymity. "Neal" is a heterosexual male, mid-30's. College education, divorced. No children. I admit I'm not the most masculine-looking fellow in the world....
Skip called me yellow because I wouldn't strip in the field for him. He wanted me to. They all did. "You're nothing but yellow, aren't you?" "I'm not." "Are too." He chased me across the field and I was panting. Panting is what I did over "Lady Chatterley" all that...
They'd called it their 'sixth anniversary'. Six whole months since they'd met. Kevin and Debra had been driving back from visiting her mother and, during the seemingly endless return trip, the conversation had turned to kinks. "Tell me one of yours and I'll tell you...
When he can breathe again he looks up into the torrent of freezing rain pouring in through the open skylight. The converted mortuary table suspended high above in the leaping lightning of the sky, sways dangerously in the gale, threatening to tip over on one end. One...
It was an upscale apartment that still managed to look elegant and spacious despite the clutter that a bunch of cops working a crime scene brought with them. Murphy, the uniform first on the scene met us at the elevator. She's a good cop, young but keen. "What you got...