Author's note: Desperate Measures is an anthology consisting of stories related by theme, rather than by character, chronology, or storyline. Accordingly, they can be read in any order, as each installment is a stand-alone entry. * * * Sonia Castro switched off her cell phone and raced to the rear deck of her home. "Luis," she shouted. "Guess who call...
The examiner taped the last of the electrodes to Donny's skin. "Okay, a couple questions for a baseline. Please answer these honestly." She paused and asked, "What is your name?" "Donald Plesac." "In what city were you born?" "Dearborn, Michigan." "Those readings are normal. Now I'll ask you two questions and I need you to lie. First, what is your date o...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
"Good, good. You're awake. The memory loss should be temporary." Assured an aurburn-haired beauty with vivid green eyes that stood over Dick's bedside. She wore a rather comical looking black beret made of slick vinyl; which seemed to match the black, studded dog-collar around her throat. As Dick came around, the throbbing of pulse-pounding drums and saxopho...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Tommy MacElroy lay awake, not by choice, but because his wife's snoring was entering the third phase. It would stay at Phase Three for a few moments, a deep rumbling snore on each intake of breath, and then enter Phase Four. Phase Four was a...
This is the second to last chapter in the World's Best Diet Plan series. It contains scenes of oral and anal sex, domination and submission, public sex and exhibitionism in addition to your ordinary stuff. This is also a romance between two people who care deeply for each other, so don't be offended by people who like each other. ***** The next morning, af...
As will be pretty obvious to those who've read my other stories, this is a sequel to "Bad Cop, Worse Cop." I've found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him. Enjoy! * * * So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out). In bed she was jus...
This story was co-written by MarshAlien and tickledkitty and is our entry for the 2008 Valentine's Day Story Contest. We hope you enjoy it and welcome feedback. Please don't forget to vote! * "I'll tell you what really frosts my cookies. We're out there 24/7, 365 days a year, busting our cherubic little butts, and we get into December and it's all Santa Cl...
I'm talking to myself again. So what? Who else would listen? God, it hurts. It hurts so bad. I knew it was coming. But there's no way I could have prepared for this. The pain's deep down inside my fucking chest. The feeling of emptiness is unreal. The loneliness. I'm gonna lose it. I just know I'm gonna lose my mind. They're going to put me away somewhere....
This is the fourth Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from the third story onward, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...