**Author's Note: This is the FINAL chapter of my story. From now on I'm only going to post finished stories so as not to torture those who love my stories. It's a bit rough but I hope the ending provides some closure. ******************** Michelle, Vesta, Beau, and Charlie settled themselves into the hotel room of the Fitzgerald. "How come Agnes can't sen...
Author's Note: I will be posting other stories at least once or twice a week while still working on this story. I promise there are more chapters in the works for "Mark of the Incubus." ***** Agnes saw him. She knew it was him underneath that tree in the rain storm. She had to see him to be sure. Monday morning Agnes took the car down to the church. She he...
This is the 11th part of a 12 part tale a Lady and her stable of slaves 11. Private Dancer Deanna initially refused to be seen as a patient at the emergency room. But she was getting nowhere at the front desk trying to get information about Jared inside. She was in a contest of wills with a battleaxe of a receptionist which was beginning to turn ugly when...
She parted the curtains, shivering in her nakedness. Wind still tore through the trees, whipping through the tall grass. She searched for the sun, the grey light hinting its presence but the storm still smothering it in the sky. The plug moved within her as she shifted, coaxing the demon. Even the residual discomfort from her lapse couldn't stop the monster...
The List Part IV. The Silver Fox edition There should be a word for the way a familiar street looks different after leaving a lover, for how the interior of a car takes on the scent of sex, how the tilt of your head looking over your shoulder into traffic recalls the feel of his lips on your neck. None of this is what you need right now. What you need rig...
This is the 2nd part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves 2. Binding Attachments The next morning, precisely at 7 am, Edward re-entered the bedroom and quietly made his way over to Deanna's bedside and gently touched her shoulder. She had never liked being awoken by an alarm clock nor by the sound of a blaring clock radio, but much preferre...
This is a continuation of a submission for the 750 word contest. All those who commented thanks for your words and hope this lives up to the expectations... not much erotic in this build-up but juicy bits to come. ***** Mark kicked a pebble as he approached the entrance to the park, he kicked it pretty hard thinking whose going to be around at this time an...
"Callahan!" Instinctively, the young reporter jumped at the sound of her editor's voice as he entered his office. She grabbed a notepad and pen, nearly fell over her chair, and scurried across the room. "What is it?" she asked at the doorway. "Sit down." The order wasn't even combined with a gesture, one of Phil Gibbons' most annoying habits, she thought...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
A fictional tale of a desperate husband trying to rekindle his marriage with his abusive cheating wife. They have a vacation in Paris, but their car breaks down. They seek help at a mansion. However, there is something off about the residents. My first attempt at experimenting with detailed description of environment and erotic horror. Love it or hate it. I...