I woke with a start, and as I swam back to consciousness I couldn't remember where I was. In the dull pre-dawn light, I could see the grey outlines of the furniture, not your typical hotel room items - an enormous sofa, coffee table, a giant desk, some arm chairs, a fireplace, even a small dining table by the window. I squinted to focus on the coffee table a...
I was a high school junior when I first had her. Mrs. Melissa Rich. She taught Pre-AP Physics. It was my hardest class that year, but my favorite for a number of reasons. And each of those reasons was Mrs. Rich. Mrs. Rich had been my next door neighbor for two years before she taught me. My house had a pool and her's didn't, so she often brought over her tw...
That Friday was remarkable because it wasn't the thirteenth, which might have gone a long way in explaining the unbelievable circumstances that unfolded for all of the participants had it indeed been the thirteenth. No one could have foreseen the eventual outcome, although all would agree in the end that the end result was more than any of them could ever ha...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell Welcome back, folks! We've finally reached the end, and thanks for sticking with me for so long! I started this at the beginning of 2018, with the intention of creating a novel-length journey through Tarterus. Kind of like the old "Road Movies" with Bing Crosby and Bob Hope, only with demons, some body hor...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * I jump back as the hallway closet creaks open. Who knows what's lurking in there? Considering the things that usually visit my home, I have cause for concern. After a good minute of nothing, I walk away. Climbing into bed it hits me. I run back to the hallway. Staring at the do...
I first saw Alicia Montreaux in the intensive care unit arguing with a fellow doctor, who happened to be be the chief intensivist, over the care of a critically ill patient. She interested me immediately. Not just because of her wide-set, flashing green eyes, her straight, somewhat thick nose, her thick curly mane of coppery-red hair, her large breasts, or...
Note: This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommen...
Chapter 9 PONY Taking the interstate north, we quickly left the city behind. After about forty-five minutes I exited the highway for a two-lane country road. We passed the rolling hills of the great valley and started to climb into the mountains. It was a glorious June day, . I was enjoying the day and the drive, and hoping to build her anticipation of...
(c) 2004 by Paul C. All rights reserved. Rubies are Red. Part 18zu Paul. I lay on my bed feeling awful. My mouth felt like the bottom of a Parrot's cage. I didn't think I'd had that much to drink the previous night. I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after seven am. Time for a shower. Grandfather told me at dinner he required the American authorities...
*Wow, thank you all so much for the positive words and feedback! It's been very encouraging. Here is chapter two, I made it a little longer but I know it still might not be long enough for some of you. I'll try to make longer chapters in the future. Again, any comments would be appreciated.* Chapter 2: The Past Comes Calling A knock at the door jerked Rola...