Chapter 5: Failure, truth, and Consequence. Marrack lowered the binoculars and sniffed, drawing back on the short cigar in his mouth. "Looks like any other snug little mountain chateau. Difference being of course, all the sub-levels and other parts, like the advanced weapons and research." "Then there's all the living quarters for the Centre workers. Could...
It was late, about 1am on the Iowa side of the Mississippi river. Pete was meeting some of his friends from work up here at his friends cottage. Just a weekend getaway. Just beer booze and cards. Then maybe a trip into town to the casino and strip club. He was supposed to have gotten here before sundown, be he had to stay late at work. He had told them he wo...
The cabin by the lake was perfect. Ted's birthday was going to be great. She'd been so happy since they were married 6 months ago. Never had a man effected her this way. Ted was such an amazing lover, he was always doing special things for her. This was her turn, the first time she'd plan the evening and take control. She'd sent a video to his office. A wick...
At work on Friday you get a text message. "I've made arrangements for us to have the evening to ourselves. We're staying in. Come straight home. Do not pass 'Go'. Do not collect $200. Tonight YOU are my Monopoly minx." Not sure what that means, but you have a sudden sense of both relief and a twinge of excited anticipation that makes the day zip by a litt...
Upon entering the home, on the kitchen table a single burning candle in an old-fashioned brass holder greeted her with a note saying, "Walk with me." The home was completely dark and the air was warm and still. She heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting down the hall from the direction of the bedroom. She lay her purse and keys down on the table and...
He can do anything to me he wishes – in any situation. I flourish in knowing that – in giving that to him. Blindfolded and bound – open to him – I feel so vulnerable. I hear him move about the room, setting something up, taking things out of his magic bag. More firsts for me – always firsts. He comes on the bed, finds my lips and tastes them, kisses the ne...
This is a story about gratitude, mature sex, and releasing the past. It's a story. All sex is between consenting adults. The story is fictional. Please be nice in your comments, or be banned. King Bandor said it was a mess, I think he wants me to give up writing. So if any errors are found they are mine. But my assault on the English language continues. If f...
"This story begins in the middle of a conflict. One that is not easily explained until we go back to the very beginning. Before there were people, the world was created by six immortal beings. Each of these beings were in control of a very specific element. The six elements were as follows: Fire, Ice/Water, Earth, Wind, Lightning, and Metal with Fire and Ice...
I had loved a woman. Loved her and lost her. Loss doesn't sit well on my soul, so I did what I do best. I fled the scene of agonizing memories in the hope that relief would follow. Thus, I found myself on a lonely road at the crack of midnight, fighting to keep my jeep on an icy road. Cold wind swirled across the lonely asphalt, spinning jets of fine-chipp...
In August, a wind blows in Louisiana, cooling nothing, a slow, stifling current of air, laden with water. Of old, the beds were built high, the mattresses at the height of the window sill, hoping to catch some cool breeze. You can see such beds at Shadows-on-the-Teche, the best-preserved of all the plantation houses, in New Iberia. In that lovely house, I ha...