Stephen had just informed Steve of how he had disposed of Vince in the Jurassic. Steve was taken aback by Stephen's unilateral decision to involve himself. However Steve had to accept that he had allowed his rage to cause others, i.e. nurses and doctors, to carry the can for his bad decision in not killing the man outright. It was so obvious to Steve th...
Not my usual by any means; this is a tale of revenge, and more revenge. There is some sex in it. As usual, the place names are real, but the characters are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincidental. No one under 18 is depicted in this story. *************************** How many years d...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** 'School Lunch' was painted on the side of the faded yellow school bus as Bailey Cooper approached. Walking around, the eighteen year old girl was amazed to see the line of people waiting to step up into the open buss. The side had been modified so...
Ch. 9 All Good Things The day started off with a beautiful sunrise and a warmth in the air. As the guys left the clubhouse and sat on their bikes, it was a feeling of normal that almost seemed foreign. The threat was gone, for now, being told the enemy club was taken down giving them a chance to breathe easier. The gate was locked securely behind t...
I awoke with a start. Well in all actuality, came to, after what would've been to a normal man, a deadly night of consuming alcohol and drugs. The pain in my chest and abdomen was overwhelming, and nearly brought tears to my eyes. I looked over with befogged eyes to the table next to the chair that had been my stopping point in the previous night's partying,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
I've become addicted to you. Your scent. Your taste. The look in your eyes when you're particularly turned on. The feel of your hands in my hair. Your breath on my ear when you're whispering dirty things to me. I think about you with every heartbeat. When I'm fucking my husband your face is all I see. You're my own personal heroin. I need you in my blood. I...
Ceanne and I clashed almost immediately. She was very boisterous and deliberate in everything she did, this included being pissed-off. Our up-set had been at the coffee counter at the local club, I really don't remember why we raised our voices at each other; I'd never seen or met her before and although, finding her attractive, I remember walking away from...
"Christ, David, she's only half alive," I said of the model he brought into the studio this morning, "where did you find her, in an opium den?" "Hey," he said to me, "I am David LaChapelle, I find beauty in unexpected places. It is my job to find beauty and to photograph it. You are the makeup artist, and it is not your place to question the beauty I find."...
Then something changes. It's not a moment of letting go. It is panic. Sheer terror. This kind of flip flopping of emotion has been present the entire time I have known him. Within the safety of my home far from him, I have been able to conceal it, at least for the most part. But now, that buffer is gone and I am on full display. He can sense the instant chan...