Chapter 8 The room contained two women and eight men, including me. We were in a shack in the middle of the jungle, less a room than a box. Ten people to take out an army. I liked those odds. No one ever woke up one day and said, "I'd like to be an assassin," at least not out loud. If I had to put our job description down on paper that would be it: assassi...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman, after his beloved Mary died. Tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful with big, blue eyes, thirty-nine-year-old Susan Jill Parker preferred older men. A true American beauty, she could have b...
A naked woman kills a man on Nude Day in a hit and run accident. "I'm dead, I'm really dead, but somehow I'm still alive," I said staring at my dead body. Even though I'm a dead man, literally, I'm grateful that I can still tell my story. Don't ask me how because I'm just as freaked out by all of what has happened, as you are reading that a dead man wrote...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, developers etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic materia...
I faced death before. Back in 1991, after the departure of former President Jean-Bertrand Aristide, I was six years old. Haiti was fighting a brutal civil war. It has left the Haitians broken causing the nation to become one of the most corrupted and poorest nation on earth. During the war I saw men killing women, I saw men killing men, I saw women killing...
During this story you can visit any world and become anyone there will be sex scenes but this is mostly just about the story and if anyone wants to add to the story go ahead because this story can go in many possible directions. I am sorry to all people who read my other stories i will add more to them soon, so please be patient thank you, Also enjoy this ne...
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places. Clarence had the lantern, and although he was an old man he was faster, so Wallace had to run to kee...
Janine and her husband David have just left a party tonight. They are in a hurry to get home and make love to each other. They shouldn't be driving after drinking but they live nearby and decide to chance the short drive home; but, it turns out to be a very short drive... Author's Note: (Janine's thoughts are Italicized) I awoke with a start. Where am I?...
We won't tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn't been under doctor's care, we don't know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns...
Every journey into nothingness must begin with something real, if only to the one on the journey. That's not a difficult concept for most people but try explaining it to someone who is dead, That even though they are still real the body that once was theirs is no longer, that its time to move on. It can get tricky at times. These things came to me on an ev...