Tuesday Morning, Department of Justice: “Please state your name for the record.” “Candace Camille.” “What is your occupation Ms. Camille?” “I work for the mayor as his secretary.” “Could you please tell the court the reason you are here today?” “…I was gang raped by five black men, whom work for the mayor.” “Now, how do you know they work for the mayo...
This story is a departure for me. I want to write something different so here it is. If you're expecting my usual non-con slave tale with lots of blackmail and forced sex, this isn't it. I do however want your feedback. This first chapter is just the beginning. At this moment I don't know where it will end up. But I don't want it to end up like a lot of my s...
"I, Riley Baxter, am a patient man. Now some people mistake patience for being wimpy. I am not a wimp. I bet some of you are thinking that I'm a 'I don't get mad, I get even' type of guy. Wrong. I am a 'revenge greater than the injury' type of guy. Not many people know that because by waiting I have been able to structure revenges without implicating myself....
A work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially starting with chapter one. The cops pay a visit after Myra's and Wendell's big adventure. In a nod to Luedon, I took the ice out of the scotch. ***** We got back to our house about noon after our fleabag motel adventure. Myra sat at the kitchen table while I made a pot of Earl Gr...
Author's note: This is a story based on Pretty Little Liars and takes place during Series 5, at which point all the characters are 18 or over. *** "Hello loser." Hearing those horribly familiar words combined with the horrifying sight of Alison DeLaurentis sitting on the bed of her motel room had Mona Vanderwaal stopping dead in her tracks, the momentary...
Chapter 8 Motive It was after 2 p.m. when Carmen and Lauren got back to the conference room. They'd called Shane and told her they were leaving 14th Street, and did Shane want to join them for lunch someplace? She did not, since she was in a meeting with Chase in his limo somewhere out in the valley. Shane said she'd meet them in the conference room about 2...
The usual warning: This is fiction, don't do any of this in real life. ***** I woke lying on a cold rough concrete. I tried to remember how much I'd had to drink the night before, but my mind was blank. Every thought made my brain pulse in time with the pneumatic drill which was trying to get into my head. I lay still for a minute trying to work out where...
Ch. 13: Sunday A few quick notes: 1. this is the thirteenth chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters 2. everyone is 18+ 3. there is no safe sex here - cause it's a fantasy, not an instruction manual 4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone's cuppa tea - be forewarned I went down Sunday morning wondering whether Julia had anything p...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
Unlike some storytellers, I have no agenda. I simply chase the alphabet around the keyboard. That being said, I eventually end up one step ahead or behind for most folks. A different approach for this one. Thanks for stopping by. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages wor...