For the longest time, Morgana was silent. She had just told Adrielle her worst secrets: all of her sins, all of her guilt, all the tragedy that had come as a direct result of her actions. For six-hundred years she had been trying to run from these memories, and she had just relived them in all their horrid detail. It had reopened old wounds and taken her to...
Atlantis 2.0 After Mark had went to sleep, Cricket had been monitoring the Atlantis area and when there were no ships in the area, she had activated the holographic construction dome that surrounded the island and included 150 nautical miles around it. The drones were hovering 25 metres above the water at the 200 nautical mile perimeter, so they could comm...
You want a story? I'll give you a bloody story, but I warn you now, if you're looking for a quick fix and cheap thrill, get yourself a fucking video. Make sure it's one of those Yank formulaic videos, you know the kind I mean; boy meets girl, girl goes down on boy, boy goes down on girl, they fuck, maybe a bit of anal if you're lucky, and he shoots his muck...
Cynthia had the house in good order now. The rooms were all cleaned, polished, floors mopped or vacuumed. She was folding the last load of laundry when the phone rang. "Mr. McMahon's residence." "Cynthia?" said the cheery voice. "Good morning, Ms. Cuthbert." "Emily," she reminded. "Please call me Emily." "Of course. Emily it is." "How's he doing?" "He...
April seemed to be determined to add more people to the list of those who could punish and humiliate me, or at least to add to the list of people who were welcome to witness my humiliations. April had invited me over to her house for dinner and I drove there immediately after getting off work. When I arrived at her home, the door was answered by her mother....
Love. Four letters of foreverness, bastardized by Hollywood with sinking ships and lost letters and money, so much filthy, disgusting money, thrown around like it could buy four letters and make them represent a feeling, an all-consuming emotion that has the power to settle in your soul and tear it to shreds. Love is trust, love is permission, love is hope...
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Her client this chilly autumn night was Bradford Tolkien IV, thirty-year old scion of a wealthy banking family from the North Shore. She had accompanied him to dinner with the family, at which he'd introduced her as an old college girlfriend. Despite the obvious difference in their ages, no one commented. She didn't like him. Sure, he was handsome. They all...
It was shameful and indecent. I stood there naked, with a crowd of fully clothed women in attendance as Karlie knelt before me and worked her face in between my thighs. Karlie lapped at my wet, throbbing sex and when I squirmed and moaned in a shamelessly libidinous way, Karlie clamped her mouth over my swollen labia and her tongue went deep inside of me. I...
CHAPTER THIRTY For the next several minutes, Francesca kept watching the monitors for her heartbeat as she drained Connee, although it felt like hours to me. The heart monitor would skip and beat here and there, then slow ... slower. My god, I'd never seen a change done this way. If I had known that, I would have known when to stop. I wouldn't have taken ev...