The next day I had set up my easel on the beach outside my cottage and was once more attempting to paint a landscape that someone might actually want to buy. Once more I was failing miserably. My heart just wasn’t in it. “Howdy, neighbour,” called Vanessa as she strolled up the beach towards me….
“This time you’ve gone too far,” said Anita. “I know you like to play little jokes on me on my birthday…but an appointment with Weight Watchers?” “It’s not what you think,” replied Tina with a meaningful smile. “Just ring that number and all will be revealed.” Anita stopped wondering which of Tina’s bodily orifaces to…
Sam was startled — and annoyed — by the blaring of a car horn while he sat parked along with a thousand other drivers on Interstate 5. What exactly did this genius expect to accomplish by honking here when the logjam was well out of sight, probably several miles ahead? He shook his head….
Several days ago, things in my life took a most interesting, pleasurable turn for the better. I was blessed to make a new friend. She’s the kind of woman men like me dream of their entire life from the moment they pay the toll to pass through to puberty. She has dark, long, luxuriously thick…
“I hope that Matron doesn’t notice that I’m late again,” fretted Nicki as she hurried down the hospital corridor, the rubber soles of her shoes squeaking on the polished linoleum. “Nicki! In my office, this minute!” barked the voice she was dreading to hear. “What time of the day do you call this, Missie?” asked…
“I’m writing a novel set during the Victorian era,” Vanessa explained as I dried off my face and hair with the towel that she had handed me. “Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story.” “So it’s a fairly sexy sort of story is it?” I surmised. “Not exactly your Oliver Twist‚…
It was no good. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was back on the other side of the island where I lived in a small cottage over-looking the beach. I had my easel set up on a slight rise that gave me a perfect view of the sea and the beach and the…
“What do you mean by ‘bare boat’?” asked Marsha. “Do you mean we don’t wear any clothes?” “No silly,” replied Cindy. “It just means we hire the boat without a crew and sail it ourselves.” “Well, you can’t blame me for thinking that, given the way you usually behave at the beach,” Marsha told her….
There’s something about the universe. It’s just so universal. If you think about it (and I don’t recommend that you do) the universe can’t help but be a strange place, because everything strange is in it. Most of the time it makes no sense, and when it does make sense that’s even stranger, because there’s…
For five years I had lived on the island totally without human companionship. I saw no men but the old guy who ran the supply ship, and no women at all. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul…
Sex Fantasy TV, A PlayScene 1: A television studio set sometime in the future. Three couples are seated in front of the main TV camera. The show’s host is standing in front of them with a stage behind the host. On the stage are prizes for the contestants. A studio audience is observing the goings…
Beginner’s Meeting, A Play Scene 1: A church basement. An odd looking assortment of people are sitting on metal folding chairs arranged in a circle. In the corner is a table with coffee and donuts.Characters: Charles: Middle aged man, about 40 dressed in a plaid sweater. He is the group leader.Pete: a.k.a. Pervert Pete, a…
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