My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twent...
"I'm telling you, there is no such thing as a horny undead. Period." Larya turned to her companion, a scruffy man wearing patchy leather armor, and glared. "You've just got no imaginative spirit!" "And this world's got no sexed spirit. Spirits." The man rolled his eyes. He sat back against a gnarled old oak tree and began sharpening the blade of his notc...
previously published in Tears on Black Roses 1999 "...And in her most imitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died..." - Shakespeare, The Tempest * * * * * The sky to the east grew dark, as the clouds gathered and undulated like giant mammals swimming across...
It's been some time since I posted a story here. Life got in the way. I have a few more in the pipeline. Hope you enjoy them. Many of us have said it, but what if ... Ragnarök By Judogeezer Desolation everywhere...but not what he expected. Every end-of-the-world movie he'd ever seen had the same scenes; deserted streets with dust and scraps of paper...
Suki was looking at some dresses, when Susan came in. "Hello Suki." "Mrs. King." "You can call me Susan, you are not working." "Thank you Susan." "Special occasion." The Asian nodded, "Interview." "Did Caroline let you go? "It was time. "Work for me, "The black woman offered. "It's not what you think." Susan slapped her, "You think you're too good...
LXXVIII Sick and Sore Iris 2059 Although Iris missed living in London while she was living in Oxford, she hadn't really felt ready to return there from so soon. However, the Biotech Lab was one of the first businesses to shut down when Sheep Fever struck the nation. And now she was effectively evicted from the city along with everyone else who didn't have a...
Perhaps you cannot hear anyone scream in space, but the silence that fills that void is deafening. An assault upon the eardrums greater than any high pitched expletive or mighty cannon roar. My head reverberated. Blood pounding twin staccato against my temples, rushing through the migraine narrowed passage ways with a ceaseless pressure born of despair. I w...
Author's note: My stories so far have focussed mainly on the mechanics of sex romps, so this story is a bit of a break from form for me. There's a little sex at the end, but mainly it's me trying to write convincing characters. Any feedback is very welcome, but constructive criticism will earn you a special place in my little heart. Thanks! *** "So this m...
The name is Christopher Jamal Henderson. I'm a tall, good-looking black man who has a dream job. On the Adult Entertainment Network, I'm the host of the first adult-themed Reality TV Series. The adventures of a ruthless and seductive con artist who cons unsuspecting and gullible women into giving up the goods. It's one of the most-watched television shows on...
Why the hell did they always play this for funerals, I wondered. U2's haunting epic song of loss just wasn't really what you wanted to hear. It was a guaranteed tear jerker. Who said you always needed to grieve at funerals? No one needs to see you melt into a blubbering mess. Bloody Irishmen. But I guess my dignity isn't really a factor at that moment. I'...