CHAPTER THIRTEEN " I wanna feel your touch It's burning me like an ember Pretending is not enough I wanna feel us together So I'm giving in So I'm giving in To the trouble I'm in" "Trouble I'm In" Twinbed ********* Alessa's internal alarm, which had been developed from years of habitual nightly runs, had just given her pause in her work when her actual p...
Sorry it took so long to put this chapter up. Thanks for all the feedback and critiques! This never happened, the people don't exist, This is a total work of fiction. * While I drove, she gave me a fantastic blow job. Licking and sucking, taking me into her throat. The house was still over an hour away and she wasn't rushing anything. She tasted my flesh,...
I had been taking the same route home for years. Every night walking the same six blocks to the subway station to board the same train, to get off at the same stop 4 blocks from my tiny basement apartment in the building my landlord kept just above a slum. Rent was cheap enough that a part time job at a small tea house in the art district covered it and most...
This is it, the last chapter in this series. It has been quite the fun ride despite some low moments. I would like to thank everyone who made it all the way, and I'm grateful for the support and comments that have been made, either good or bad. Also, yes, I will continue to write on this site, but I'm going to take my sweet time before I begin another stor...
Hi everyone, Here is a twisted tale that I hope some of you will enjoy. I've tried to approach a common plot line from a different angle. It was getting a bit long so I decided to split it into bite sized chunks. Now to my problem, I've finished three chapters but I'm stuck on the fourth and final installment. So that's where you come in, I'm going to post...
Staff meetings were never my strong point. Staff meetings on Monday mornings drove me to distraction. A staff meeting on a Monday morning, watching the woman I fucked on Friday night pretend to ignore me while she flashed her thighs at me under the boardroom table was a special form of torture. It was going to be a long week. I was not in very good nick t...
Someday I am going to learn that making a bet with my girlfriend Beth is a lost cause. Not only do I usually lose, but also the stakes never seem to be what I thought they were. Not that she is dishonest; it’s more like she’s unexpected. If she says we are going fishing, I expect to sitting on a lake or river trying to catch lunch. She would be driving m...
[Author's Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause. Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of...
Gifted Grifter #3: Viva Las Vegas In my last few days at the Department of Defense, I worked on perfecting the secret discovery that would transform my life: a receive that could read people's minds. Recognizing the opportunities my invention would afford, I had wanted to quit immediately, but I had promised my graduate assistant, Jessie, that I would wait...
Mel sat in the low eaves of the bedroom chamber, brushing her hair gently with a marble comb. She sat on the cold hard stone of the royal chair, with a mirror that Vladimir had ordered for her in front of her, its edges gilded with silver. She yawned droopily into the mirror. "Good morning," Vlad's soft, smooth voice entered the room as he approached Mel's...