"Night Hon." Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn't a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table. "Nice ass." Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird. "Don't make any offers, Babe. He...
Smack! The surprise blow landed across the right side of my face just as I opened the door. Immensely stinging, right away I closed my hand over the exact spot that had just been hit. Finding the nearest wall behind me I slid down it and sat on the wooden floor, now painted black with the darkness of the moonlight. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. I...
Once I was ready I laid on my bed waiting for Dad, Henry was busy shutting off the lights locking the doors, even he was a bit nervous, and maybe feeling a little guilt at the same time, this after all was his stepson, and a great kid at that. Henry walked in the room, Tommy laid there naked ready for him to take him, Henry sat on the side of the bed. "Tomm...
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(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
"Shep, honey," Lex smiled and chuckled. "We need to talk," he said seriously. "What now, Sex Offender?" Shep replied, as he put on the thick coat. "Where am I from, Shep?" Lex asked, as he watched Shep pull on a pair of gloves. "New York," Shep smiled. "No-no-no-no, where is my most RECENT residence," he smiled sweetly. Shep, knowing what was coming, jus...
As Zayne continued to lean against me, I chanced moving my arm around his neck. I squeezed him even closer to me practically inhaling his intoxicating scent. "Good Lord! I'm not interrupting anything am I?" I didn't even notice the lady coming up the stairs carrying a bag of what I assumed to be Zayne's food delivery. I was so startled my body flinched away...
I don't particularly like camping. I did it in the Scouts, with my family, in the military and it never did a whole lot for me. So how did I end up in the middle of nowhere in a tent again? My name is Luke Cooke and I'm a twenty-seven year old corporate finance analyst. I spent two years in the Army after high school, then six years at the Wharton School of...
Salt Lucius Ulysses Tennery hated his mother, and for many and various reasons—not just because her dark sense of humour had made his teenage years a living hell. Her vexacious naming of him so traumatised him that, at thirteen, he retreated from reality entirely, gavaunting about the place with a cast of imaginary friends (he was certain 'gavaunt' was a wo...