TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series. Furthermore, with the exception of Hugh Hefner and Larry Flynt, all characters and occurrences in this story are entirely fictional. This story is not designed to be a true portrayal of military policy; however, th...
Blair and Porter had been broken up for three weeks now. It'd been incredibly hard for Blair, and Porter was only making it worse. The first week, Porter had been overly sweet and apologetic, calling and texting Blair constantly asking for another chance. The second week, when he started getting angry and frustrated that wasn't working, he tried to pick a f...
"Got a special delivery for Detective Anderson." Blair looked up from her computer and smiled when she saw Porter walking toward her. He dropped a greasy fast food bag on her desk and handed her a big chocolate milkshake. She took a huge sip. "You're the best," Blair said, eagerly pulling out her burger and fries. These pregnancy cravings were no joke....
Chapter 1: The new-ish boy in town In Astrid's humble opinion, Coven meetings had to be the biggest waste of time ever. Coven meetings, magic, witches. she knew it was supposed to be cool, it was supposed to be a sisterhood, and all wonderful and blah, blah, blah. But Astrid found it was mostly just incredibly boring. A prime example? Astrid spent the la...
She was walking down the street when a group of Alphas surrounded her. They were all tall, strong, with perfect features, just like all men of their rank, and she felt terrified at the sight of them. She cast her eyes down, but one of them, the leader, pulled her face up. Her eyes met his. "Hello there, fresh meat," he purred. His voice was as dark and smoot...
This is the first story in what I hope will eventually be a larger collection. Or maybe it will be the only one, considering how long it took to complete. I have a bit of a hangup regarding posting a story that's not finished; far too many of my favorite serials have been abandoned and left as monuments to premature expostulation...and so if you're reading t...
He is a demon, and his name is unpronounceable. There is no exact translation; the closest meaning is "the hottest fire," but it misses the mark. He is not an awful demon, as demons go. His area of expertise is lust, but he is flawed; occasionally he allows just a hint of the softer emotion of love. He rationalizes this by increasing the lust, and by the k...
Abbey couldn't believe how foolish she had been. At 26 years of age she was a college graduate with an MBA and thought she had enough life experience to avoid being suckered, but that was evidently not the case. She was staying with her mother while she waited for her new executive level, river view condo downtown to become available. In addition to enabling...
Dear Shoeblossom My wife Tilda was giving me a massage, after taking off my CB-6000 chastity device. She's a real teaser, and loves to rub my cock--a hand job goddess, that's my wife. I was lying on the bed, naked, with this collar on my neck that has cuffs on the sides for my wrists. "You can't blame me, Norwood, I can't trust you, you know." Tilda always...
This is a sequel to the story "Vampire For My Birthday" that I posted on the SEVERUSMAX account. ***** "Jack, is that you? Where have you been? I've left message after message for you," Lizzie inquired as she set foot inside Ray's house (now mine) at last. "Come in here, Lizzie. You're lucky you caught me at night. I sleep during the day now. I have my...