Once upon a time in the magical land of Paradisia. . . Um, Mr. Narrator sir? What the fuck is it this time Brian? Mr. Pell asked me to inform you that we don't have any money in the budget this year to set a story in Paradisia. Motherfucker! He sends a fucking intern to tell me we're over budget! Where the fuck am I supposed to set this story, Liverpool?...
Christian realised something about werewolves. They weren't stupid mongrels. Nope they were in fact rather clever. He realised this when he tried to materialise out of the room, a silver door lay on the other side of the oak one. The windows were barred with fine slivers of silver. The room was rather cosy, a nice soft bed, and calming light blue walls. Ye...
--Hello! This is the first time I publish a story. Hope you enjoy! Thanks to my beta Cassiopeia Quinn!-- I was running down this street with the proverbial mob swinging torches and hayforks ready to lynch me the moment they get me in their hands. Probably to tear me apart or to put me on the stake and turn me into a big tasty steak. I love steaks but rathe...
Kicking a path through drifts of rain-wet gingko leaves, I followed Lynch Street up and over the hump of a hill, then followed Gower down the far slope until it emptied into Holly Park. I lingered for a moment by the gate and looked across the wide green field toward the apartment house where Erin and I lived. It was a red brick box perched on the shoulder o...
Patron Saint of a hundred hangovers knows the score of the Game. He doesn't bother with trifles like friends & family, jobs & jabber, he has all the answers in one cupped hand. Sitting atop a glass mountain with a nose of broken blood vessels, he laughs at all the little people below, scurrying everywhere with so little to show for it. When their disillusio...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many years ago my wife and I were lucky enough to live directly across the road from a beautiful Czechoslovakian lady called Eve. She was sexy as hell and often neglected to close her blinds or curtains properly. Watching her in a state of undress or complete nudity became something of an obsession for me. Later, when we came to know her prope...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Asuka or Bayley or Becky Lynch or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sasha Banks was hanging on by a thread. In a way she had been for years, but she'd never been this close to breaking, not even with Charlotte. Well,...
Be careful what you bet on the Super Bowl, especially if you are a couple of drinks past your limit. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living...
I awoke to the insistent buzzing vibration of my phone; I answered it in a sleep haze: "hello?" "Where are you Babe? It's 9 o'clock, I'm just in. Is everything alright? Have you gotten caught up with something at work?" His voice sounded anxious. I stretched lazily on the bed "Hi Stevie! No, I'm at the Hilton, after I finished work I was doing some shopp...