Chapter 1 She was gone now. Gone just now, and he was alone in their house, their home, and memories seemed to push in on him from every corner. They all seemed so dark now, too. Had it always been so? Twenty three years together. Gone now, shot down in flames, a once assumed destiny reduced to the lowest common denominator by depositions and endlessly fau...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists and Wizards in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It ha...
(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200) My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off. Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapid...
Chapter One She was naïve and he was experienced....in more ways than she could imagine.... 18 year old Heidi Jenkins was checking her new outfit in the hall mirror when she heard the taxi pull up outside the house. She grabbed her purse and shouted, 'Leon, I'm going now!' Leon came into the hallway. 'Are you coming back here tonight?' Heidi smoothed h...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
There are times when I am sure there is a god and he has one really fucked up sense of humor. The rest of the time I'm pretty damn sure the really fucked up sense of humor is from Martin. Not that I argued on this idea, or tree otherwise known as Francis did either. Our third bassist, otherwise known as number three, his idea, rather liked the idea. I mean...
Chapter 1: Where There's Smoke... Annika Whenever I sit out on my balcony (and I say 'balcony' with a great sense of irony, but my humble studio apartment with its fenced ledge suits me and my needs just fine) and light a joint, I always do so inconspicuously. Or so I hope. I've deliberately woven ivy and fairy lights around two-thirds of the wrought...
Author's Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This erotic horror story is entirely my own fault -- do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn't ha...
This is a repost of a story I removed from the site some time ago. If you have read it, there is no need to reread, vote or comment. Many have asked me to post it again, so I am. ***** Chapter One The eporeodon was exhausted. She staggered toward the stream, her urge to drink compelling her trembling legs. Her zebra like stripes were stained with clay whe...
PROLOGUE (present day) As I walked down the grassy bank and approached the lake I barely noticed the gay collage of joggers, bicyclists, strollers and children. I was in a pensive mood, and this familiar place opened doors to my past that I'd kept closed for a long time. It was right here where my former life had come to an end and where my new one had begu...