Stories by billybroadband

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Caliban

I am the beast that you feel in the night bold girl walking alone in the dark self assurance in your every stride when you return to your home I watch for you I am the whisper you thought that you heard the word that did not quite register at first Your name, spoken low, silent as a spring wind the name I cannot resist saying as a means of worship I am quiet and motionless as you saunter by...Read On

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Lilies

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night. You’ve been coming to visit more often  (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you  that remained when I woke  was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach,  maybe Puerto Rico,  after we were out of the rough patch  and falling in love again. Remember? ...Read On

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In Your Arms

The world had become an awful place kicking me in the gut, day after day more bad news was the daily routine Doctors and nurses had little to say Bitter and broken when it was done I thought sadness was my new way of life My status quo an empty existence a future without my dear wife The day you and I shared our first embrace comfort flowed to me easy and pleasing Your care and concern...Read On

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Eventually

Life will really kill you sometimes. You think you have it all lined up in your nice little plan, then the kind faced doctor looks at you and whispers his harsh truth in a voice of pained empathy. Everyone says you handle it well, that it will get better with time and with healing. And I suppose that’s true to some extent, wounds can’t bleed forever. The scab will form on...Read On

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Editor's Pick

The Inheritance

A family curse isn't always a burden

I am a farmer of fertile Kansas fields, considered by most to be a kind man with a welcoming smile. A pillar of the small farming community I call home, an elder at my church, and decent enough looking that women have commented on it over the years, particularly my blue eyes, which contrast with my weathered skin, I guess. I always choose my words carefully with men and women alike, and I like...Read On

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Nancy For Lunch

Not all blow jobs are created equal....

In a little less than an hour’s time, I had concluded an advertising pitch in downtown Chicago, just a couple blocks off Michigan Avenue. The client interrupted me early on in my presentation and asked me five or six rapid fire questions. It may have been the strong coffee I drank that morning, or the adrenaline of my first big meeting at my new job, but I handled each question he asked me...Read On

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The Kiss

He was really old, and he moved as if in slow motion to the park bench next to mine, close enough to nod a greeting to me when he planted his tired body down. Our respective benches faced one of the more popular walking trails on the edge of Central Park. The street noise was loud and full of the energy of the City. It was a bright and warm day in early May in 1978. The sky was crystalline...Read On

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Commerce

She was a new girl. I had seen her sometimes, strolling through the market, taking her time, enjoying the booths and the people. I never saw her actually purchase anything but she always had a smile for those trying to get a sale out of her, before gently refusing and moving on. My poor booth never drew her attention until today when she stopped in front of me, offering an impish smile...Read On

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My Countess

A trip to Amsterdam recalled.

The first time I saw the woman I remember fondly now as the Countess she was causing quite a stir in the train station. I had been dozing in my seat waiting for the train to finish its slow crawl into the Amsterdam terminal after making the 300 mile trip from Kaiserslautern, Germany, where I was stationed. The windows in my coach were open as it was a warm May afternoon. A nice steady...Read On

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A Faun's Reply

A conversation overheard

The nymph lay in the crook of my arm Sexed, spent, content and wet, We lay together on her winter’s cape Amidst the sweet tangy smell of sex and sweat. First had come the merry chase, Past her trees and into the glen. Then the capture, kissing, the hearty fucks; again, again, again, and again. Elven eyes alight and aglow, She giggles into my bearded ear; “Solstice approaches, my...Read On

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The Wrong Twin, Part Three

Excerpted from the diary of Francesca Hall

Dear Diary; Well, it’s been quite a month so far! Of course my big news is that my new boyfriend, Teddie, finally reacted to literally months of me flirting with him, and we finally “did it” last week at the Drama Club’s cast party for Our Town . We all had a blast at Mr. Stephen’s house and Mr. Stephen’s “girlfriend,” Sophie, gave me just an excellent face, with eye make-up to die for...Read On

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The Wrong Twin, Part Two

Enter Francesca

As Willy led me by the hand up the stairs, I couldn’t help but look at the smoothly shaven legs and the short plaid skirt that were clearly being presented for my viewing pleasure. Sheer white socks with fold-down frills at the top accented her open-toed black high heeled shoes. There was a nice casual sway to the hips as she negotiated the stairs. I got a glimpse of pink panties underneath...Read On

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The Wrong Twin

Willy was my first....

The Halls moved into my neighborhood when I was entering my senior year in high school. Typical Midwestern town, typlcal high school, and I had the typical Catholic upbringing, which meant I was still a frustrated virgin. I had spent most of my upbringing helping out with chores on the family farm, and was therefore outdoors a lot; the result was I was tanned, blondish brown hair that I wore...Read On