Chapter three An evening to remember. We didn't have long to wait. "Monitor," ordered Angla when the annunciator chimed. "Let him in, Timmy," she carried on as the screen displayed her caller. I was surprised to see he already wore a balaclava like mine. The rest of his clothes -- a dark suit, shirt and tie -- marked him as a businessman. He came in on...
** Guns and Dust will be going on a 3-month hiatus! See comments at the end of this chapter for details. ** ***** - chapter six - It had been more than an hour since the fight with the man the survivors called Shoah and Adina could tell Asher was anxious to be on the move again. Although his armored coat had saved him from a much more serious injury, t...
The past catches up with us all, eventually... And we must all decide if we're bound by it. Bayonetta's Abuse IX -- The Ties That Bind *knock knock knock* James awoke to three courtesy taps on the door followed by a key-card lock releasing. The door opened and two men entered. James pulled himself up into a sitting position, leaning against the upright p...
11. Revised Nia released my cock and I sank the rest of the way into Chloe. We stayed that way for a minute, me shrinking inside her, our breathing slowing, but not our tears. "Marc, follow me into the bedroom," Nia said, and my body responded without thought. I felt like a failure ... I'd wanted so much to give Chloe something wonderful. Nia wouldn't meet...
Like what you see? Check out my profile for more ways to participate in my stories! *** What happens when the people in your fantasies act on their own? She had typed the same sentence too many times to count over the past few days, and as with all the others, this time she quickly deleted the words, shaking her head dismissively. How would one even go ab...
Synopsis; 'Plain Janes' are not always as they seem – some have been tutored by relatives who lurk in the background, waiting to receive those caught in a contrived web. Jane Whistler's appearance was that of a well groomed, prim and clean living girl. At 30, she appeared to have been left on the shelf. She rarely socialised, other than to indulge her work...
Chapter 2: Is That All You Can Say For Yourself? Morning came, I wanted to believe the last week was a bad dream; I wanted to believe I was a little girl in bed in my mother's house. But I wasn't, it might've just been a few weeks ago but it was literally a different life; I don't think I can ever go back. Farah was still here, I almost mistook her warmth...
Author's Note: This is the second story. I still have sometimes trouble to find the right syntax. I hope you still have fun in reading this second story. A third will be following. The characters involved will appear more 'human', not real good and not real bad, and make sometimes bad decisions. Chapter 2D. Another session - or not. The next morning...
When I left Chantelle standing on the pavement in front of the Domina Flagrante, I was wondering if I was out of my depth. I mean, "politicians", "parties", "intrigue", "scandals"! I shook my head. At least Chantelle seemed to know what she was doing. Adrian knew too; he just did as he was told. I chuckled to myself. Even Annie, despite her innocence, seemed...
Author's Note: This is the second story. I still have sometimes trouble to find the right syntax. I hope you still have fun in reading this second story. A third will be following. The characters involved will appear more 'human', not real good and not real bad, and make sometimes bad decisions. Chapter 2B. A letter. Rob decided, after cooling down a...