*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft's Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. Just a flash story. ***** Alton Prejean watched as the new 1973 Corvette pulled into the space reserved for Apartment 2C. The car was colored a...
"Cap wants to see you in his office," Tom said with a leer. John's stomach dropped and he continued tying bundles of olive leaf, basil, ginger, and other herbs. "Now?" Tom nodded. "Said he can't wait and is hard pressed for some medical relief." "That's disgusting. Tell him I'm busy getting these ready to hang dry so if everyone gets the flu this year,...
When I came down the stairs I was directed to meet Adam in the conservatory by one of the staff. After receiving directions to the one room that was left off my tour, I discovered that conservatory was a fancy way of saying sun room. It was a very fancy sunroom. Except for the wall that connected to the main house the room was made entirely of glass includin...
Chapter II: Gods from the Abyss The first time Huw woke, it was to find a naked man leaning over him. Fine honed instincts drove him to strike out against this stranger, but his limbs had little strength in them. The stranger started away for a moment, then continued at his work, gently pushing Huw back down and continuing to tend to his wounds. Huw fumbled...
Chapter 2: Live to Love Another Day Diego gazed with eyes that glittered liked black diamonds at the beauty between whose thighs he lay. Lowering his head he steered a course of open-mouthed kisses down each side of the irresistible throat. Soft moans were a symphony of pleasure that spilt from ruby-red, kiss-swollen lips. The lithe body writhed delightfull...
Me, trembling. I'd just noticed you watching me at the café in the square. I was sitting where the young men displayed themselves for the tourists, but I was new to this. More curious than anything else. Sure I could handle one of those paunchy, cigar-chewing, middle-aged American tourists—just a surreptitious suck—usually him sucking me—in the alley nearby...
People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
There was blood dripping from his brow, he noticed vaguely. The cut wasn't serious, but the sticky sensation across the left side of his face, where the dried blood was making it's decent, was rather unsettling. He was more immediately concerned with his ship, Revelry, and the fact that she was most likely being scrapped for parts at this very moment. It was...
I was sitting at the downstairs bar in the Mellow Mushroom one day, enjoying a drink after work. I was moving back and forth from watching a baseball game and looking around the restaurant trying to keep my mind occupied. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was trying my hardest not to think of that she-devil. After one of my many trips to the rest...
For several days in the Tripoli harbor fortress prison cell, Billy and Adam were unchained to crouch on the floor to eat two mean meals a day and to go to a small, outside walled enclosure near the cell to piss, defecate, and stretch their legs. Drinking water was brought to them periodically throughout the day, mostly by the men who arrived to fuck them. A...