Seanday Shorts: The Stretch

I passed him most days--early, around six-thirty in the mornings. I didn't have to get up that time myself, but I just wanted to see him.

It began simply enough, I took a slow laboured jog through the park, and like clockwork, he'd past me focused on his running. After a few days, he noticed me, jerking his chin at me, and I nodded as we passed.

The following few days I left a little earlier each morning, discovering his route a little at a time. He didn't seem to notice, but his acknowledgement progressed from a glance, to a smile and finally a "H1!"

I'd figured out the paths he used, and decided on a secluded part of the park as our final meeting point. I knew from the past few days, few people used the area that time of the day.

It was early autumn when I decided to make my change. My lease was ending, and I only had a few more days until I had to leave the apartment. So it seemed like a good time; wrap things up, you know?

Caption This (25th Nov)

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TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 1

by TS Escher

Deep breath in, and out. I leave my eyes open for now, allowing my garden to go out of focus. It's peaceful, except for the occasional clank of weights inside of the gym next door. All of the windows must be open; it’s such a beautiful day.

Deep breath in, and out. Now close your eyes. Everything goes dark as I continue to breathe deeply. My mind is clearing quickly today -- that’s how I know it is Friday.

Every Friday I can relax a little more because my prey is at the gym, sans girlfriend. It wouldn’t hurt her to spend a little less time working out. Live a little! Let me play! I have been watching my straight crush work out through my kitchen window for a month now, and today will be my first attempt at fucking him. If there is one thing I have learned in my astral adventures, it’s this—

No man is really straight. You just have to find the right body.

It was only a thought....

By Gary Travis..

As I sat there staring at him I had only one thing running through my mind... How would it feel to have a beard. To feel fingers running through the crop of hair on my face. I looked at my hands, horrible fat fingers. I looked over at him again and saw he was biting his nails a horrible habbit but I noticed how slender and smooth his fingers were. Those fingers would look and feel nice running his sleek black beard. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the pc, no way I'd grow a beard like that I chuckled.

Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.

Seanday Reloaded: Baggage Reclaim

I'd just arrived at Heathrow Airport in London and checked the phone while I waited in baggage reclaim.

No signal! Fuck-it! I gave it a shake, what a piece of shit!

It chirped into life, and I checked the message. "Welcome to the United Kingdom. Cute," I mused.

It chirped again, and I cocked a grin at the message. "You fucking cunt, I'm going to find you and kill you! I don't know how you got through security with my passport and gear, but they know!" My grin dropped; the last part worried me, I'd been on the flight imitating this guy--out of touch.

Caption This (18th Nov)

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TGIF: 24 HOUR FITNESS

by TS Escher

I bathe in the neon light of the 24-Hour Fitness sign for a moment, then slam my door shut. Wearily eyeing the parking lot, I spot two other cars. 

My watch beeps indicating midnight. I’m right on time.

The sliding doors welcome me with a familiar whoosh, and my skinny frame passes the sleepy clerk with a gym bag. Giddiness overwhelms me as I flick my keycard over the scanner. It responds with a happy chirp. I fucking love this place.

“Happy anniversary!” the clerk calls behind me. My breath stops short in my chest. How does she know?

Seanday Lunch: Mother's Way

I was surprised when Mrs. Kirkward—my neighbour—called me over as I left the empty house.

She gave me a loving hug, it was nice. I’d missed that.

“How are you holding up Matthew?” She asked.

I forget how many times I’d answered the same question from so many people.

“Oh, OK—I suppose, Mrs. Kirkward” I replied enjoying the feeling of being loved.

“Oh Matthew, you can call me Joanne, please." She added quietly, "I still can’t believe they’re both gone.”

My lip started to tremble as I recalled the past week. I’d lost both mom and dad in a car accident. Now I was alone in the world, and only nineteen.

“Coming through!” Came a call from behind Joanne.

Daniel-her son—pushed past, and I broke the hug and felt a rush of embarrassment.

Caption This (11th Nov)

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Welcome TS Escher

 I would like to announce a new member to the blog's authoring team, namely TS Escher. You may have already read some of their work, namely "THE PULSE". There is another equally brilliant piece lurking within the Caption This comments on the 4th November.

So I'd like to welcome--once again--TS Escher to the blog, and I'm really looking forward to reading his work in the not to distant future.

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.

Seanday Shorts: Bending his Will

I’d been good, nobody knew I’d taken Jordan; just a day before his summer break.

Nobody, except for Jordan.

He struggled, he was strong--that's not changed. I had tricks. He yelled, screamed with fury as I wormed inside him.

I don't know how long I was out of it, but he fought hard. Took me a while to position myself somewhere between his spiritual and physical forms. Something I'd learnt was patience. Jordan wasn't my first--far from it, and he certainly wouldn't be my last.