Earned Stripes #3: Working Out the Kinks
Malcolm entered the apartment feeling tired, yet satisfied. A pleasant soreness tingled in his arm muscles from having focused on them for his workout regime that evening. The tiger wasn't as much of a gym hound as he was during his pornstar days...
Futzler Files #2: Bell-Holland Bleus
I'd only been in the office for ten minutes and I could barely keep my head up. Rodney's drunken escapade had thrown my sleep straight out the window, and not even heavy (possibly deadly) amounts of sugar and caffeine were giving me any energy. I...
Futzler Files #1: Just Another Manic Wednesday
I sat on the edge of my concrete stoop, feeling the crisp autumn air nip through my blazer and suit pants. A small trail of smoke rose up from the smoldering end of my Indigo Light, perched between my fingertips. Not my preferred brand mind you, but...
Futzler Files #3: Whiskey Business
Whiskey. Before I had my first taste in the sunset years of college, I'd never really seen myself as someone who would enjoy alcohol. Cheap beer was too bitter, microbrews too kitschy, wine too expensive, and vodka too strong. Nothing really wet my...
Futzler Files #6: Futzlers, Ham, and Heartache
**Sunday. The day I look forward to most every week, because it means rolling into my old Corvette and mozying over to Mom's house for brunch. It's been our little gig for a while now, and I think she's come to rely on my visits for company. I don't...
Earned Stripes #2: Casting Call
**A young tiger stood proudly between his parents, donning the traditional cap and gown of high school graduates. Both elder tigers had an arm wrapped around their only son's back, beaming at the camera with pride equal to that of the feline between...
Earned Stripes #1: Warming Up
The bitter cold of late winter bit at Malcolm as he quickly made his way across the parking lot. It was only about forty feet between the tiger's designated parking space and the glowing entrance to his apartment building, but the freezing temperature...
Futzler Files #5: Some Enchanted Weekend Part 2
Raw, primal heat engulfed my body. A percussion of loud smacks echoed throughout the room as hips collided, accompanied by the melody of rhythmic creaks from the straining bed frame. Our voices performed a duet over the bodily symphony, Rodney's...
Late Night Liaison
Wendel wiped his damp brow with a hearty sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall for a moment. The tiger had just completed his final set of pull ups for the night, having been in the gym for over two hours working his arms, chest, and back as part...