The music in my studio headphones faded away and I relaxed a bit, finally satisfied. That take had been just what I'd been aiming for. After fourteen shots at that passage, I'd wondered if I was ever going to be able to sing it exactly the way I had envisioned it in my mind. Some of the takes had been very, very close, but I was a bit of a perfectionist. My...
Foreword: READ THIS FIRST First, I would like to thank my lovely and talented wife for helping me with some of the finer plot points, as well as the proofreading of this tale. I love you, Boo. :) This is something a bit different than what I've written before in this category. It's also quite a bit longer than the tales I usually write in LW. This is also...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
For more background on many of the characters in this story, please read the following: What Mother-in-Law Wants Badge of Betrayal Clarissa Gets Served Grab Life by the Balls The Ghost of Red River Falls This story also contains some graphic descriptions of domestic abuse. If you or someone you know is currently in an abusive relationship, please...
I have written this story for the one night in XXX story event. Thanks to Chloe Tzang for generating and organising the event and inviting anyone to enter. Please excuse any mistakes - I was racing against the clock to get this one finished. *** 6 February, 1788 Eleven ships have now been sitting at anchor in the sheltered waters of Port Jackson at the in...
First of all a warning!! This is a graphic story of a sexual liaison between two consenting adults. If you are prudish or underage, then read no further. For those of you who enjoy a little erotic entertainment to pass the time, please read on. My story is based in Paris, the city built around art, food, romance and sex, and it has never failed to disappoi...
1. On his 36th birthday, Sam Dunlevy decided that he was a bartender. He wasn't an actor, a writer, or a musician tending bar until he got his big break, like virtually everybody else behind the stick in Los Angeles; he wasn't "finding himself," or marking time until he decided what he wanted to be when he grew up. He was grown up, and he was a bartender. H...
A few weeks I posted this story, in two parts, into the "Celebrity" category using names of personalities that you may recognize. The title of the stories is "The Anchorwoman, the Meteorologist & her Son." If you want to see who these personalities are click on my name on this story and you will find the story. I wanted more people to read the story so I ha...
Okay folks, it is finally here; chapter six has arrived! It only took me nearly six months to write it (which, unfortunately, included some severe procrastination on my part). I would like to thank all the fans who wrote me asking for and helping motivate me to finish this chapter. I would also like to personally thank immortalman18 and malaknight1818 for re...