This is a mostly true story, based on my personal interactions with the most engaging woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I of course changed her name and a few locations to protect our privacy but the bulk of these experiences actually happened, there's just a tiny bit of fluff for your enjoyment. I love what's happened between us, so much so that...
Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy in an alternate future but it does include blasphemy. It is intended to be light-hearted. Please read advisedly. September 4th 2156. Thirty years after the second coming of Christ. The great redeemer returned to reclaim his flock at the beginning of the twenty-second century. An ecological basket-case, many had alr...
"You're a dead woman, filthy Mutant," Slater said, and the tall, silver-haired, pale-skinned man aimed his shotgun at me. At this distance, even an old codger like Slater couldn't miss. Genetic wonder though I might be, I was far from invincible and we both knew it. A bullet to the head does to a Mutant exactly the same thing it does to a normal human. I cou...
"When the Zombie Apocalypse began, we blood suckers were just as surprised as anyone else, I mean, we definitely did not see this shit coming" Faisal Adewale said, flashing a toothy grin, and the towering, burly and dark-skinned Nigerian Vampire smiled, then passed the binoculars to the woman next to him. He did not need the high-tech binoculars to see into...
Chapter Two -- Phenomenon Please be aware that the "Hunter's Moon" series of stories may involve minimal sex. I'm doing this as an experiment in writing. For those that are looking for strictly sex, this story is not for you, but keep reading if you wish. I would also like to mention that many of my ideas may come from other stories of varying media. So if...
The cave's vault acts as a natural amplifier. The speakers, dozens of them, tiny and rigged across the narrow shelves of stone, all of them feed into the player. It's thin, touch screen blurring in places, smearing electric color in the corners. He likes to blast Tchaikovsky. He hears it when he's over the hill, down where the road is breaking apart with e...
You wake up in a cheap run-down motel room. Since your first day with WWE was yesterday, they didn't bother buying you a room. You get out of bed and think about what happened last night. You remember having sex with NXT superstar Peyton Royce. It was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Suddenly, your phone rings, which knocks you out of your tranc...
I awoke to the sound of banging on the door. I jumped up and went over, listening for the telltale noise of infected. Instead I heard voices talking. "It's blocked," a male voice said. It was a deep and slightly gravelly voice. It reminded me of one of those hunks you saw on the commercials for cologne or Calvin Klein underwear. "Then blast it." This voice...
She really is unbelievable. We once joked that my girlfriend could sleep through the apocalypse and that she'd wake up after and wonder what had happened. Her parents once confided in me that in High School they had to use an air horn to get her up some days! All the doctors she's ever seen haven't been able to prescribe anything useful; she just has to get...
In light of the mass murder shootings of 32 innocent people and the suicide of the shooter at Virginia Tech by automatic handguns, I write this essay in anger, disgust, and sadness. May God rest their poor souls. Unfortunately, too often, the words sex and violence are linked together. Sex and violence have nothing to do with one another. Sex and violence s...