Jeff scratched his head as he stared at the bejeweled skull sitting on the makeshift pillow- a folded blanket at the end of his sleeping pallet. The skull was mounted on a small ebony base by a metallic rod that ran up through the middle of it. It contained the entire lower jaw, and was posed in an open-mouthed position, and something about its shape was sub...
Standing back from the luggage carousel, Samantha yawned and cracked her neck. She'd spotted her purple rolling bag right away, and was just waiting for Jake and the students to find theirs among the cascade of identical black duffles. She rolled her shoulders, trying to work out the kinks from the cramped coach flight. Jake was not-so-subtly admiring the w...
Reed and I were getting used to being alone. Our son had left in August for school. We had driven him to Chicago like all good freshmen parents. We spent the weekend getting him settled in. We spent like a thousand dollars at Target. By Sunday night he wanted us gone and we started the long drive back to Denver. Reed had wanted to make it in one shot. We...
Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the fourth chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another...
Note- Inspired by the genius of one of England's greatest writers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and by the gorgeous actresses Scarlett and Emma. x London, 1889. x Forty eight hours previously London had been stunned to hear the horrid news that Professor Moriarty had escaped from the clutches of the English penal system and was at liberty. Inspector Lestrade...
"We can't let him go around like this anymore." A hooded man looked up and fought the urge to rub his eyes of sleep. He had been at this boring ass job of advising for the higher ups for almost a century now and every time, the subject of one noble or another would come up and how horrible it was that they didn't have any heirs, they were single, they were...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
Rose glanced at her Italian watch and realized it was time to go. Shutting down her computer and storing her files she whisked out of the office, soft skirt flapping toned muscle. “Peter,” her voice cracked out as she spoke to her secretary, “I’m done for the day. If there are any emergencies I’ll have my cell.” “Yes Ma’am.” She took her private plush carp...
Note- I do not own the rights to the works of Conan Doyle, this is purely a parody of his characters intended to amuse. Likewise anything I have written here is totally made up and any resemblance to real persons is coincidental. xxx Scarlett Johansson had always been a keen and avid reader of the Sherlock Holmes stories ever since she was a young girl and...
Note- I do not own the rights to the work of Conan Doyle nor do I the character of Sherlock Holmes. This is purely fan fiction inspired by said stories. Likewise, any person herein described by myself refers to no one in real life. Special kudos also to the bondage illustrator Bill Ward. xxx The actress Rachel McAdams had stumbled across the erotic fictio...