The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Note: Two parts. Inferential sex only. A satirical response to the women at coffee break. To the half dozen who read and enjoy my work, I extend my appreciation. My apologies to those who are offended by my style and communicative eccentricities. ***** In the distance the wail of the siren warned that the ambulance was coming. No doubt the police would arr...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...
Hi everyone. There is no sex in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife for her help with this story. Her insight has kept me in the realm of reality. Well mostly. One little aside here. Recently I made a comment about Anonymous Andys. I meant to chastise those that write comments anonymously, denigrating my stories and me for writing them. I have no pro...
1. The slayer was pleased with himself. He'd read it in some spy novel or other: when walking up or down stairs keep to the sides of each step; they're less likely to squeak. These didn't. Now he stood in the open doorway of what was obviously intended as a guest bedroom. The vampire sat on the far edge of a queen-sized bed staring down towards the floor. W...
This is one of my efforts that has been out in the world as an ebook, but where the rights have reverted to me. I guess I'd rather be read by the many than sold to the few, particularly as self-promotion isn't easy for me, so tends to restrict the sales. Anyway, here it is. I trust that you'll enjoy the read. The story has its origins in the 600-word tale '...
It was the most delicate of feather-like touches tracing the curve of my naked hip and upper thigh that stirred me gently from my slumber. The first of his soft angel-kisses, which he so delicately placed up along my back, caused my breath to catch in my throat. His touch was so gentle and so patiently erotic that I wasn't quite sure yet if I was awake or st...
He was lost to the fire, in the dance above the embers. Lost in that glow -- pulsing red tinged with black and white -- feeding ascent, always to the stars, force always dissipating. A snapping sound, pulled from the trance, and he watches sparks lift in the twilight, climbing towards fronds leaning from the trades. He saw them then. The girl -- no, a woma...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real person is just proof there is a pattern to randomness in the universe. All characters are eighteen years and older. The ringing of the cell phone roused Kenny from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes as he stared at the display. "Who is it?" Stella's voice was groggy. "Fuckin' Tony!" Kenny pressed a b...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, and Essex are property of...