“So you just left?” Lydia cried. Brandon had spilled the entire messy affair of Anthony’s garage in the Michaelis workroom, which apparently had restored Lydia to confidant status. She eagerly and seamlessly stepped back into the role. “Obviously, I just left. What else was I supposed to do?” Brandon shoved a tasseled drapery tie back…
Month: November 2022
The Black Bellied Whistling Duck
– A Horny Short – Most college aged kids don’t care too much about birds. Still closeted Brandon was no different. Yet due to taking a “Creative Writing in Nature” course to pad out his sophomore year, he found himself being herded into a coach bus and shuttled to a semi-local nature preserve as part…
22. Wrestling With the Truth
Brandon continued to help Anthony in his transformation of the farmhouse. As the days grew longer and the forsythia bushes burst into their vibrant announcement of spring, the house was starting to feel like a genuine, cared-for home. The hand-me-down coffee table was relegated to the wood pile to be consumed in the fire pit…
Off the Trail Spur
– A Horny Short – Not far outside of town is a decent walking trail. It meanders in and out of hollows and plays shyly with a creek, coming alongside it for brief moments before darting off again amongst the stands of birch and sassafras. And occasionally, when the leaves are at their fullest and…
A Case for Erotica
Web analytics is a blessing and a curse. Because while it shows me that my little experiment is not completely invisible to the world, it also shows that most who enter do not stay for long. And that’s fine. It could be that every person who has registered as a blip on my radar has…
21. Small Discoveries
Anthony sped down the road, humming to the radio and treating the wheel like a drum kit. Brandon marveled at his business-as-usual demeanor. A pair a sweatpants and fresh socks from his camera bag and he was good to go. If Brandon hadn’t been so exhausted from his recent exertions, he would be admiring the…
20. The Show
When Brandon and Anthony reached the mountains of loose soil at the edge of the drop off, Anthony handed Brandon the tripod and readied his own selfie-stick. “Here. You better stand here until I’m sure you won’t top those boots.” “And what if I want to top my boots?” Brandon retorted, almost indignantly. Anthony was…
Shoe Horny 