"You're just like your father!" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but for the first time I didn't regret saying it. His hand shot out and connected with the left side of my face in a smack that sent me reeling against the back of the couch. This was the first time he had hit me, and I stared at him with surprised tears in my eyes. The...
The time between dropping Ivy off and the next morning was a bit of a haze, and the next morning, I awoke slowly, and blamed someone sneaking some pot into the show for last night's mental fuzziness. I rolled upright and padded into the kitchen to start the coffee maker. I retrieved the Wall Street Journal from my doorstep, and sat on my chair reading the pa...
Abel Miller checks his console when the vacuum klaxon finally cuts off, but there's still no advisory that it's safe to leave his quarters. The scientist had immediately contacted his wife when the breach protocol activated. He knew she was safe only a few doors down in one of the emergency crash couches. Resisting the urge to contact her again in case she h...
PROLOGUE: THREE MONTHS BEFORE The road was desert dusty; any driver would have known the end of it was off the paved path. The truck contributing to the dust had seen better years, and had a few worse ones yet to go. The driver was paying more attention to the bottle of beer the passenger was swilling than the road. The driver and passenger's skin was dar...
(Author's note: this story deals with some very gritty and harsh subject matter. This is not for those looking for a straightforward sex story. There are many themes that some people might find objectionable, but to reveal them might give away parts of the story prematurely. If you continue reading, please keep this warning in mind.) (This is the first of a...
[This is a short story with not much sex in it. It is about the limits of what a man will do for the love of his life.] Paul was outwardly calm but tense. His stomach was in knots. "So, do you love him?" "Sweetheart, I've loved only you from the moment we met. We've been together for 15 years, and I've loved you every minute. You're the best husband and...
SAM. The door slammed shut, echoing through the house. I smiled to myself as I lay on my bed, already excited, there wasn't many opportunities to fulfil my needs, so I savoured them when they arrived. I rearranged the excited cock in my boxers and went to the window to check they had gone. I watched as the car pulled away, my mum driving with my twin sist...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Thanks to Chopperfan327 for the edit and the regular and updated bullpen for keeping me on track. The words 'I love you' inspires joy, relief and terror. ***** I missed my entry to the infirmary. I was returned to clarity by the two female attendants. The younger went straig...
I'm wearing my "Natasha" costume as I get into the cab you called to pick me up at the hotel. It took me a while to get all my long blonde hair tucked under the glossy black Dutch boy wig, though the raspberry beret helps. Though it's a bit hard to see with the sunglasses on at night, I can see well enough to notices that the driver seems to appreciate the r...