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, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story. The Case of the Black Badge, Ch. 1-4 Feedback and con...
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know. I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning...
"Jasmine, sweetie, you might want to scrub your feet before putting them up," Billie Wells said, a concerned eye on her lounging daughter's feet, perched on the faded lilac fabric of the armrest. "That's the couch Augusta Bennington gave to me." Jasmine moved to put her feet on the floor and the older woman's expression brightened as she went on, "Did I eve...
Shauna snatched her rum and coke from the cocktail table and took a quick drink before standing. She wavered for a moment, then pointed a slender finger at Robert's chest and breathed, "Fuck you." Before he could reply, she shouldered her way past him, slipped through the salon entrance, and headed towards the bow of the yacht. Her flip flops snapped a stead...
THE MIDDLE—CRIME AND PUNISHMENT It was somewhere around two o'clock in the morning and with the exception of just a few faint lights in the corridors, it was pretty dark. I could see silhouettes and shadows of what little there was to see in my ten by ten cell. With my arms folded behind my head, I was deep in thought rather than sleeping like I knew I shou...
It was early on that following Monday morning, that Victria was summoned to the board room. She passed by Aaron, the suite's secretary, staring at her somberly and dressed in a stark black suit behind his low semicircular desk. She too was dressed in her most severe and conservative black suit, her hair down, her make up negligible. Victria could hardly cont...
Last night the club had practically been ablaze. The spread in the newspaper the week prior had ensured that the 'hottest club in town' would definitely be at maximum capacity for the rest of the month. With all the new trends and recent fascination with all things retro, The Hive was a welcomed addition. Taking a cue from the roaring twenties, the club was...
Hi reader, For those who have read my other story, this is the sequel to Pillar. I meant it to be a stand alone story, so if you haven't read Pillar, that's okay. This book is different in theme and in feel from Pillar. There's a less pronounced focus on sex, and a stronger focus on emotional struggles. Alex is not a part of this story, instead a new char...
Who doesn't know (or love) a walk of shame...I do, I DO! Estragon, you know where we stand. You are a godsend, and know football way more than I do. The shame! As always, your thoughts, comments and feedback is always appreciated. Cheers M **** Sleep crusted at the corners of his eyes; they burned as he rubbed them. Yawning, Marcus looked around and for...
I "You need to go to the Mountain of Monsters. The princess is being held on the hundredth floor by a . . ." The barkeep paused for dramatic effect. ". . . dragon." "A dragon, huh?" Ian Jackson said. The barkeep nodded, his expression grave. He must have fallen into a really old game, Jackson thought. Everything around him seemed a little blocky, as if t...