– A Horny Short Series – The latch popped and the compact’s liftgate rose with the dual whir of struts heaving-ho. Ari stepped forward and immediately noted the absence of his boots in the small the cargo area. He stared momentarily at the dusty rubber mat, blinking as many of us do when trying to…
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Damn Dog
– A Horny Short – Ross Kelly didn’t expect or even seem to want much from life. As such, he rarely gave thought to much of anything beyond what was happening in the moment. Now was no different. Completely lost in the thrum of the pressure washer and the rhythmic switchbacks of the wand as…
2.8 Let Go
Brandon tapped his foot nervously on the floor and cupped the standard-issue white coffee cup, which he had ordered not because he had been particularly interested in sampling what sludge this cafe was passing for coffee, but because it gave his hands something to do. What was he doing here? He heaved a gusty sigh…
First Obsession – Part 1
– A Horny Short – Derrick knew the first time he saw Simon Glass wear a pair of rubber Hunters to school that his life would never be the same. All the other kids had worn puffy insulated boots with shiny material that made them whisper and whine against each other when they came trekking…
2.7. Best Laid Plans
Brandon felt the splatter of the August-stiffened grass beneath his sneakers as he broke into a jog across the back yard. He wasn’t sure if his pace was quickened by a desire to catch Kyle before he had prematurely sprung the trap, or so as not to miss a single moment should he blunder into…
2.6. Seized
Brandon’s blood was a hissing metronome is his ears as the RAV ascended the slope toward the farmhouse. Seeing Kyle today was far sooner than he had planned. He doubted the patch of ground he had painstakingly churned for the occasion was sufficiently saturated from just one summer downpour. He had envisioned testing it himself—even…
2.5. First Steps
Anthony glanced at the top corner of his cell screen. Where the bars were supposed to be was nothing but dashes—just a few stitches of white pixels to announce the promise of solitude. He couldn’t suppress a smile as he looked up at the green-gray leaves hissing in the hot sigh of the September afternoon….
2.4. Baiting the Hook
Twelve-year-old Brandon had never been fishing before. But Timmy had insisted. Timmy was about his age and often spent summers with his grandmother, who happened to live next door to Brandon. Between Timmy’s carefree, gung-ho attitude and the fact that he had a small, kid-sized spincast reel that looked like it had been manufactured by…
Shoe Horny 