This story deals with themes of coercion and reluctance against a background of female domination. If you think you might be offended please try a different story. Missing the Signs Chapter 1 It was Friday night and the bar was buzzing. The last deal of the day had yielded ten grand straight profit and life was sweet. The only downer was the fact tha...
I've leveraged the Hemingway canon for a few of my stories. And A Farewell to Arms is the only one left now. That is the definitive war novel; as iconic as The Red Badge of Courage. I was hesitant to try to cover it because we don't fight wars like that anymore. But my pal Richard Gerald talked me into at least looking at it. And in the end I saw that the...
Ruby stands on her porch in the silky and clingingly thin summer dress she bought in town yesterday and fiddles with the buttons that run up the front from hem to neckline. She is conscious of every curve of her mature body as the slight breeze blows it against her. She wants to undo the three top buttons to maybe show what little cleavage she has as she wai...
Sorry for the long wait on this one. To be honest I didn't think I had a part two in me. Guess I was wrong. Hope you like the story. Thanks Lostindavoid ***** Chapter One Wishing For Wings He judged the distance from his hotel balcony to the one adjacent to his. He stretched his arm out as far as he could but even with his longish limbs he couldn't touch...
(Author's note - This story was written in response to an email from a reader of one of my earlier pieces. He asked me to write something involving characters with certain specific traits and incorporating a list of particular plot events. I think I've met almost all of his requests. If anyone else has a character or plot which they would like me to try to w...
Welcome back readers, thanks for coming on this journey with me. I know it's been a while, but life has been, well interesting of late. By my count this is the 17th chapter in what was supposed to be a three or four chapter story, and it's still not quite done. Well, the second part isn't done, obviously since these last few chapters were originally epilogue...
Read to me (pt. 1): Little Bulls (The first instalment of several. Natalie and Pierre continue to explore their deep and dark desires.) Natalie undid one more button. There. Her breasts were art, Pierre liked to say. Two soft pendulous balloons of flesh against the loose white cotton of her dress, nipples pointing. Classic. She leaned forward, balancing to...
"We have been sssuppresssing all newsss of the losss of our forcesss in the Regulusss sssyssstem, jussst asss you ordered, your Imperial Majesssty," Grand Prelate Melkadian said, glancing up at the vast draconic behemoth with no small amount of apprehension. "The Imperial Information Bureau hasss kept all talk of the battle from newsss feedsss, and any queri...
This is the last part. Yes it's a novel. I hope you're hanging in there. ***** Chapitre Quinze. Jack's story continues. My mind transitions back to the present, where we first started our journey. So here I sit in my living room deep in thought and reliving the past. I pick up and examine 'that' erotic horrific picture once more; the one of us three sta...
I like hardboiled film noir, especially Raymond Chandler. Noir means "dark "and this piece is certainly that. I am exploring why people do self-destructive things. None of the characters are angels. But no one is completely evil either; with one glaring exception – Thanks for reading me – DT ***** I was at a two-top in Sheffield's. They were sitting in the...