The name is Mitchell Dreyfuss. The Hound of Hell. Destroyer of the Devil's Enemies. At first glance I look like your average six-foot-three, 260-pound, dark-skinned and clean-shaven black gentleman clad in stylish Urban gear. Unfortunately, I'm anything but. For starters, though I look like a man in his mid-twenties, I am considerably older than that. You se...
I had to admit it was a little bit of a turnon, sitting there stark naked in a chair while three little old ladies drew pictures of me. That part I almost didn't mind, after an initial struggle with myself over actually doing it in the first place. After all, I was just sitting there, they were just drawing and then painting, it was no big deal. Then they...
I can't say that I hate my job, but the truth is that there are lots of other things I would rather do. The damn conveyor belt never stops, one package after another, nothing fits anything anywhere. Sure, they have those little flat rate boxes that were supposed to help make it easy to pack the damn trucks, but it is amazing how someone can manage to stuff...
-one- I got undressed, climbed into bed, turned the light out and tried to go to sleep. It wouldn't work. I kept thinking about her, how it all started, and the worst part, how it all finished. No, don't think about that, I told myself, think about making love to her, think about the sweet times. But that only made it tougher to sleep, and it was no use no...
(Just some stuff going on around the old homestead, my wife Debra and I seem to attract mayhem. A few of you have expressed interest in the tales, which I really don't have to add much too, they are nutty enough being truthful. So this is one of my rambling updates, to fill things in because over the next 6 months I figure something is going to happen that...
Elise Jack slowly opened his eyes. A predawn glow filtered in through the white curtains casting the room in shadows. White curtains? Definitely not his room. Two warm female bodies were pressed against him, one on either side. A few months back this would have scared the shit out of him but since meeting Alex, the unexpected always happened. Even still, tw...
I am John Derr and I am back in Iraq. This time it is because I want to be here. I have always heard the phrase "to hell and back". Well I have been to hell and back and then back to hell again. I am working for a lot more money than the last time I was here. But let me go back and tell you the story from the start. When I graduated from high school and tho...
To the best of my knowledge, I'm in a category by myself. For you see, I've been kicked out of the only place in the universe which NEVER kicks people out. I'm talking about Hell, of course. Yes, THE Hell. You see, my Dad runs it and apparently he doesn't want me there. It isn't out of fatherly love but because I caused way too much trouble for him down ther...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 32 I find myself doing a lot more laundry, lately. It's not that I need to, necessarily, though you could make the argument that Master's more frequent attention, from multiple women, does increase the frequency of stains upon clothing. And furniture. And carpets. And one oddly high s...
She snatched the cool can of orange cream soda from the machine, popped it open and pressed it to her hot forehead, the bubbles hissing and tickling her brow. Screw him, she thought, opening her door and kicking off her sneakers. What the hell was Stu's problem? Fucking men. No. Scratch that. Take that back. Not "men". Boys. Nasty, dirty, sophomoric little b...