This is kind of an epilogue that explains what happens to Ambrosio once he becomes property of Matilda in Hell. If you are unsure about the situation, go back and read Chapters 1, 2 and 3. Thanks for any feedback! -------------------------------------------------- 'Intus Abyssus' (Latin - In Hell) Ambrosio felt warm. It was the first sensation he felt wh...
This is a follow-up to From the Curtains Again, a reboot of my From the Curtains series from a few years ago. In Part I, Melanie, 30-ish single, career woman who only recently had started working from home as a freelance writer of erotica, found a 20-ish, slim dark-haired woman, skinny-dipping in her pool! The young woman, whose name was Toni, worked for the...
The old maid seeing all the lights were extinguished had retired to her granddaughter's room, slowly undressed herself, and went off to bed. As the night was very warm, she, contrary to her habit, did not close the window, she even left the shutters open. Of course she tossed about and could not sleep; not that she was afraid, for she was a courageous woma...
Musta been around 5PM (?) or so by then. Basically, we were to relax till around eight, me put on the suit and tie again, Dollie put on what's in box number two. Simple! Well, we couldn't relax. We were both still in shock, amazed, and horny! After all, I'd never driven a Mercedes before this weekend! Horny--that meant sex! Yea, we did! Did I ever mention,...
Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...
Elisa was sitting in the library studying when he sat down next to her. The university library was quite spacious, covering several floors, and there were a number of little places that were reasonably quiet and private. Elisa had found one and now found she was being interrupted anyway. She gave the young man a look, the sort of look that says go away, you...
On a Friday evening a few days after she had teased the man in the park, Celine's cell phone trilled "The Flight of the Bumblebee." Rachel was calling her. "Hi, Rache. What's up?" "You in tonight? Can I come over?" "Yeah, sure. You okay? You sound funny." "Got something ultra bad to show you." "That means real good, huh? What is it?" "Wait - I'll...
CONTINUED FROM CHAPTER 2 I woke up to the ringing of our hotel room's phone. Anita and I were still spooning and she was still in a deep sleep. Because she just just started doing weed again after seven months, and had experienced high stress the day before, her body had crashed hard. I was tired, too, but because I had done weed almost every day for the la...
"Thank you, sir, for granting this interview," began the ass kissing young reporter. "Since you're retiring as CEO of one of the area's largest employers, our paper wants to feature you in a article in the Sunday edition." "I understand that. I'm just afraid that there isn't much to interest your readers," I responded. "We are successful because we make a s...
As I was driving home from work my favorite song came on. It's an oldie but I love it. Anyway as I got carried away into the music I suddenly notice red lights flashing behind me. Oh shit I thought, as I looked at my speedometer. I was going 80 M.P.H. and hadn't realized it. As I pulled over I quickly adjusted my outfit and unbuttoned my blouse dangerously l...