Part I: The Prisoner and the Concubine I do not know how long I slept for following my encounter with Mistress Cynthia. It could have been days, months, even decades. Indeed the sleep lifted, it seemed an eternity. My mind was clouded and unclear, my vision blurred I blinked the sleep from them, and my head throbbed with pain. Indeed my whole body ached, ev...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few o...
Rihanna sat upon her gothic throne and took a long, deep drag on her cigarette and looked as disturbing and dominating as fuck. Her dungeon was lit only by two rows of fiery torches on opposing walls and the effect was incredible, creating threatening shadows around the large, stone room. She was clad in an amazingly skin tight outfit that hugged every inch...
AN: This is a work of fiction. ***** "Entshuldigung, ist dieser Platz frei?" My hands slipped from my book and it fell to the floor. I was reading a travel guide when I was interrupted by a warm, baritone voice. A young man in his early twenties was standing along the open door of the train compartment that I occupied. I didn't catch what he said since i...
"Hunh?" Liv asked, slurping up some brain. Ravi stared at her in patient apoplexy. Liv thought sometimes he was jealous he didn't get to eat brains, which were perfectly tempting once she put them through some prep: in this case, involving a pasta maker. Certainly looked better than anything he could get from Sizzler. "I said, have you imagined the possibil...
This is a story starring one of my other characters: Sean A.P. Ryan. He's appeared in other stories: "Boys of the Old Brigade," "The Pirate King," "God Hates ..... Superman?" and he made an cameo in "O Little Town of Bethlehem." The question I wanted to ask was simple: How does a nutcase like this get people to work with him? * The (relatively) Recent Pas...
'Now, he's cute,' murmured Fiona as a tight-assed twenty-something guy sauntered past them to join the crowd at the bar. 'Far too young,' admonished Lizzie, shaking her head in despair at her best friend. 'Well, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for farting,' sighed Fiona, momentarily lost in a pleasurable daydream. 'Yeah, but then you're a desperate thirt...
The Greenwich Upon returning to his apartment, Gabriel immediately closed the blinds, blocking out the harsh glare of the noonday sun. He climbed into bed, dead tired from his lack of sleep the night before. His entire being was crushed by despair. She didn't believe a word that I said about loving her. She didn't want to listen. Trembling slightly, he...
Chapter 8 The Second Storyteller Seven days later I arrived in Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. The next morning I made three phone calls before confirming that a gentleman by the name of Burr actually did reside at the Middlebury Home of the Aged and that afternoon, just a few minutes before five, I found myself at the reception desk stating my case; a few shor...
Chapter 5 The Black Dahlia July 18th, was a hot, sultry afternoon in Los Angeles. Belva had left for work and I was reading the Examiner and having a second cup of coffee in a diner around the corner from Police Headquarters. It had taken me a week to gain access to the investigating officers in the Short case. I had spent the time trudging the streets of...