– A Horny Short Series – No fruit is sweeter than that which has been plucked from the forbidden tree. This revelation probably comes to most people fairly early in life. For me, it was at the age of fourteen. By that point I had spent an entire year polishing my joystick with any sock…
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Best Man
– A Horny Short – That I was surprised when Ted asked me to be his best man is an understatement. This was—in part—due to my assumption that he had oceans of friends at his disposal. He was handsome, affable, and though he was too modest to admit it, I gathered from the series of…
Too Much of a Good Thing, Part I
– A Horny Short Series – Brock Shannon had actually done it. The rat subject in the cage before him clearly showed modified behavior as a result of the receiver implant. This was going to change everything–and not just for the future of next-gen surveillance, but for him personally. “What–can you tell it worked?” his…
25. The Phone Call
Anthony had not seen Brandon since the night at his loft. “I’m not going to be around for the next few days,” Brandon had mentioned casually as they headed to the loft’s steel door. Anthony turned and blinked, surprised at the mixture of emotions that had burbled up at the announcement. Of course he was…
23. Taking a Leap Sitting Down
“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…
11. Monkstraps & Houndstooth
Brandon had just shaken the hands of departing clients when Anthony pushed through the doors of the gallery. It was the week after Thanksgiving and a wan sunlight and damp chill competed with a cheerful frenzy of seasonal preparations. Anthony glanced at Brandon’s coworker, Lydia, as she expertly twined ribbon in a pre-lit tree…
5. Happy Hour
Brandon pushed through the front doors of the furniture gallery into the hot, dusty afternoon. There weren’t a lot of warm days left like this, he thought as he shielded his eyes against the slanting autumn sun. Across the lot, he saw Anthony, leaning against his car, cell phone to his ear. Damn, he looked…
Shoe Horny 