24, July 2000 Dear Isabelle, Maybe I should tell you how damn tired I am, I can barely sleep, I can barely think straight sometimes. The talk is of how they tear you down before they build you back up. What the hell do I need to be broken down to a singled cell organism for? Shaved head, new boots, and a weapon. That is what I have been molded into, move...
It started innocently enough, a playful comment made over dinner while we got to know each other. Maybe it was the wine; maybe it was her playful grin that at once delighted me and gave me a sense of longing, something that told me that I like this smile and I'd like to see it more. Regardless, the result is evident and I guess the beginning circumstances no...
I could hear the fluorescent lights over my head humming their static hum right after the jets stopped showering me with their peaceful effervescence. I sat on the side of the hot tub while I watched a thatch of blonde hair bob up and down on my swollen cock. It was early in the morning and the world was asleep. My girlfriend's dad's place was lit up outside...
Marc gave an enthusiastic groan as his face was smothered by Josie's cheeks and his vision was filled with her tight, puckered asshole. He was all set to begin devouring it when her weight shifted unexpectedly. She lifted one leg, then the other, and lay them out flat on top of him. Suddenly he had her whole body bearing down on him, with only her arms sprea...
A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea of two people would suffer needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them. The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters in...
February 1 (4 AM) I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks? I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spe...
Andre West fidgeted in his car seat. "OK," he whispered into his watch, like it was a spy gadget from a James Bond movie, "the time is 17:30 hours and I've been surveilling the unknown address for two hours with no sign of any movement other than the mailman leaving a package." Did it matter that he didn't have a smart watch recording him, that his watch was...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I hope some of you enjoy this and I am working on another piece with a current working title, "A Yankee in the Bronx." But it will be awhile before I publish. Thanks!) * "I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block wal...
Chapter 12 - The High Priestess and the Sword Dance The city of Athkatla was one of the largest cities on the Sword Coast. Referred to as the City of Coin, Athkatla is dedicated to the goddess Waukeen, the goddess of wealth and trade both fair and illicit. As Christie made her way the Temple District she saw that Samera had been right, in the city you coul...
Authors note: The narrative of the story jumps around in the lifetime (and after) of a dead woman. Her thoughts are not linear, and please do not expect them to be. *** It's a terrible thing in almost every culture and religion, to sell your soul. The consequences of which surely condemn you to hell, or at the very least purgatory. Say you sign a contr...