Have you ever met the Devil? It's a completely serious question. I wouldn't joke around about something like that. So, have you? Have you ever met the Devil himself face to face? Well, I have so let me tell you all about it. I met the Devil in July of '99. I met him a couple hundred yards from my house where three old logging roads converge and a bubbling c...
I often fantasize about hiking through the woods on a hot summer day. I have on my short jogging shorts, a tube top, and my sneakers. I find a clearing in the woods and decide to sit on the ground and relive some built up tension in myself. I slide my shorts down to my ankles and lay back on the ground and began to rub my clit softly and imagine that some ha...
A steel-beam ascended, hoisted by a crane, nearing the fifteenth floor of the construction site for the future Basra Financial Institution. A project that embarked after the new democratic government took place in Iraq. It has been under construction for eight months. Set backs were often, the Iraq desert produced massive sand storms that frequent the area...
The Chevy Blazer pulled to a silent stop in front of a cabin. I was lifted to Jared's shoulder as he carried me like a sack of potatoes from the car. One arm held my legs, the other his gun. He took the steps easily, shouldering my weight as if I were nothing. I remained passive and quiet as he followed Darkie up the porch steps. Darkie opened the door and t...
This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any historical figures used in this work of fiction are not meant to be historically accurate. This book is intended for mature reade...
If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can. ~Chuck Palahniuk CHAPTER 1 The clo...
Edited by angel love Turning onto Highway 6317 Lindelle Gerhart, code name Auburn Angel shifted her Jaguar and accelerated quickly to a safe speed for the four lane road. The car handled the turns easily and with certainty. To her, there was nothing like owning and driving a Jag, in fact she really experienced pleasure each time she sat in the plush, leathe...
This is a work of fiction. Any coincidental likeness to names, places, people or activity is purely that: Coincidence. All characters are over 18 years old. Constructive criticism is welcome. Outright bashing of being "unbelievable" or some such is not - of course it's unbelievable! It's a fictional story meant to create an emotional diatribe between the wor...
Eric's shift ended at 10:00 that evening. He rushed out to his car without even bothering to change his clothes. He was on the elevator twenty minutes later, his heart pounding and his cock already hardening in anticipation. The old maid met him outside the elevator and led him down a hallway to the atrium. She relieved him of the small overnight bag he carr...
Another tale of the turbulent times during and following the Civil War. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are requested and very much appreciated. Thank you for taking time to read and comment on my story. ******************** "He was a hell of a man in his day," Marshal John Tillman motioned toward Elwood T. Sloan who was slowly walking down...