Doug Deeson's musings

The full-length mirror stood against one wall. On either side, at an angle, ring lights shone on the individual standing in front of it.  He was tall, a little over six feet, muscular and fit without being overly bulky.  Something that his observer really enjoyed about him.  He was dressed in army camo pants, standard issue boots and an olive drab tee, which hugged his chest like it had been painted on.  Tonight, he wasn’t on patrol, he wasn’t with his unit, tonight he was the Observant, an object of worship and desire.   The Observer stood back from him, watching him stand and flex in front of the mirror.   He was anxious to approach, anxious to touch but also hesitant. He knew he had permission to worship, to offer his tribute in the form of caressing and massaging the Observant.   As the Observant stood before the mirror, he flexed his biceps which were thick and meaty, then curled his arms in front, flexing both arms and chest, immaculately ref...

Cody sat at his desk and looked at the long list of unread emails waiting for him.  It was Feb 3 rd and the new year had started off extremely busy, he’d barely had any free time, both at work and outside of it.  And today he sat here  staring at the long list of unanswered emails and he wondered why the hell was he doing this.  He hated his current job and really wanted to spend his days writing. He’d had a few sales, and his work was well received, but not enough to live on – still he knew if only he had the time to dedicate to it, he’d be a success.  He’d need to talk to them about things but as of right now he didn’t see a way to make it happen.  And as a result of that, he’d been a chore the last few weeks, especially at home. He needed to apologies to them about that. He sighed and dug into the emails. It took most of his morning to catch up on those and then update the projects and teams in each email chain.   He looked at the clock and reali...

Mel and Clark were the new neighbours, they moved into the house beside theirs. They’d moved in in the early September and had quickly become the hit of the neigbourhood.  They held a small housewarming party, with something like 40 people.  Then a Halloween party followed.  Christmas was a blast; Mel was a collector, and she’d decorated the house from top to bottom with her collection of new and vintage pieces.  No one expected them to also offer to host New Years but the e-vites went out in early December.   Jeremy opened the email and called out to his wife, Lynda. They had planned to hit the local city hall for the “official” celebrations, but they’d enjoyed the previous events and Mel and Clark’s and wondered if they shouldn’t change their plans.   They discussed it briefly, then agreed they’d attend.   Jeremy responded to the email: Attending.   Jeremy (everyone called him Jare) had noticed Mel the day they moved in.   She is a curv...