A special thanks to Laura for helping me edit this and keeping it real... Today was one of those days when you keep hoping you'll wake up and realize it was all a dream. Just in case, let me pinch myself. Nope, I'm awake. It all started out innocently enough for a Friday. The alarm went off at six and I proceeded to do the three 'S's' of the morning, yell...
It would be pointless to deny my debt to Aldous Huxley's Brave New World and George Orwell's 1984 I also appropriated a powerful and disturbing theme from Kazuo Ishiguro's Never let me Go. I hope that there is sufficient that is original to justify putting this flimsy story out there. Thank you Colin the dogg for reading this story and giving support and ad...
"You are SO dead!" your throaty laughter rings in my ears as that conversation plays over and over in my mind. That was your first response when I had given in to the temptation of being your Brat -- of playing with you. It was a first for me. Me -- the control freak at work, the person who takes pride in self-control and not acting on impulse, had given in...
Chapter Three Thonos blinked his eyes; the garden lay deserted, but he watched for a time as a cat crept about, looking for a place to lie down, perhaps looking for one of the streams or pools of water to drink from. Thonos never slept now B the Malavide did not need a great deal of sleep anyway, and as they grew older their need for sleep vanished complet...
Lily and Violet were standing over a naked man. He lay on the ground, battered and bruised, covering his crotch. He was also staring up Violet's skirt, and smiling at what he saw. Lily was drinking from a bottle of Gatorade, and Violet was finishing a can of beer. "You're not going to hydrate properly drinking that stuff," said Lily. "I know," said Violet...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 11 *** "What? What's that look all about?" Lucy asks, with a well-crafted sort of obliviousness that almost makes me think she really doesn't know what the problem is. "This is a strip-club, Lucy," sometimes, the emphasis of the obvious is my only recourse. "Yeah?" "You are not fi...
Anikai Kylrie, half-mortal daughter of Sanro Kylrie and the Goddess of the Lost, Anighi, was going to die soon. The dreadlocked maiden had just reached the age of maturity yesterday and her life was already forfeit. She would have laughed had it not been for the painful bruises blooming on her chapped lips. She licked her full bottom lip out of habit, tastin...
"The Cheshire Cat" was my favorite bar in town. The lights were low, the air was smoky, and the music never stopped. The ambiance was always ripe for seduction on any given night. So I was delighted when Ben called and invited me for a few drinks and a little dancing. Ben was a smooth dancer; his lean, muscular frame sucked up a song, and he became temptatio...
Aw, fuck. That was the first thought that came to mind as Holly Sullivan turned off the alarm and glanced at the clock. It was 7:45 a.m., and she was running late for her first day of work at her new job. Throwing back the covers and hurriedly wiping sleep from her eyes, Holly jumped out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. The snooze button has got to be...
You know me, or one like me, the burning fire evident in our eyes, in our enjoyment of things of the sensual nature. We are were. Not the horrible monsters of your fairy tales, told by nervous mothers to children who they wish never to loose to the pleasures of their so called "sins" of the flesh. Puritans. We are simply a slight genetic step away from human...