John had been gone nearly a year now. When I begin to develop these cravings for a man deep inside my middle age body that, too, was in dire need of being spontaneous. John had left behind a young infant that he still asks about in his many letters from Iraq, which I relay, often respond to. But as time went on I became more vulnerable to what Mother Nature...
It was dusk as Alexandria and Lucian walked together through the woods. They had just fed. Alexandria felt the warm zing of human blood coursing through her veins. Lucian threaded his arm through hers. The moon glittered through the trees. Distant cries told them that they were not the only predators out tonight. The wind whipped through Lucian's hair as he...
Chapter 1: The Demi-Urge I have sought you for millennia. Threading my way through all the souls on earth to bind you to me, my Sophia. Seeking that one blinding moment of union with the woman-soul of the creator of all. In my arrogance I pursue you, wanting a communion that no other man can share, craving each sweet fluid of your body. Wanting to mingle in...
A text was sent by Him around eight o'clock that evening. The order was to use the spare key under the welcome mat and clean the House to His standards by the time He was to be off work, not half an hour from the time of the message. A secondary message added that He was to later on have Guests over. With the fear of God imprinted upon her at the thought o...
Curled up comfortably by the Great Halls massive fireplace, Sioda slept lightly. A large cushion had been placed precisely three feet clear of the flaming coals within the grate, ensuring her flesh remained clear and unblemished. This girl had cost John a lot of money, slave girls these days were common enough he supposed, but one who could dance, now that h...
Lady Dawn was born into a family of wealth and influence. One of the families that had three centuries ago formed a secret society to preserve their status. Only male members of the families could join. In the year 1703 they set out the principles by which they and future generations would continue to prosper. Today those same families having endured wars an...
2 Brad I was a fat little boy who inevitably became a big fat man. I would like to think that I possess other qualities, but I assure you that if you saw me your first thought would be 'fat.' My parents were of normal size and shape. As was my older brother. And as, for that matter, is my son. Because the only purpose of life that can withstand scientif...
Gracie floated dreamily in the pool. She watched the sisters’ play and laugh and Jane being cautious and steady in the corner. What was coming over her? Why was she risking everything? Later that night they dined in the large dining room but Michael was not there. Gracie sighed and tried to enjoy the meal, but she felt a nagging need and want to be with him...
By Likegoodwine© April 2012 Here's another short story for you. There is no cheating in this story. It is just a sad tale of a loving wife having to live with her demons. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Spring of 69 For all living things spring is a time of...
This is an attempt at writing a script for my original story, a graphic novel that I have been developing alone for many years. The women marching and the overall reaction to Trump's election has motivated and inspired me to start writing and drawing art for it. I hope to someday publish the finished story online for everyone to see. Thank you everyone. -Ja...