The procession would not have seemed out of place in the old days, even in the darkest hours of night. The warrior Vick Varonne, in gleaming plate mail, his helmet tucked under one arm and his hand and a half sword hung at his hip, very nearly dragging to the ground. A cloak was slung about his shoulders, then pinned close to his back by his lion's head shie...
"Ever have one of those lives? You know the kind. All of your life nobody ever notices you. Out of shape. Withdrawn due to ridicule. Really smart but yet get treated like an outcast for it. Ugly on the outside but drop dead gorgeous on the inside. I used to be that way. The crazy thing is when you are too intelligent the wrong people take notice. Right out o...
Chapter 4 - Swinger's Island Cathy had enjoyed her trip to Prague, the friend of her professor had been old and fat, but she had loved him taking advantage of her, she liked being controlled. The control factor turned her on and she came very hard when she was made to do things she ordinarily wouldn't, especially with an older man. She had not told her boyf...
Several years ago, just for fun, I audited a Creative Writing class at the university associated with the hospital where I am an RN. Probably the best assignment throughout the semester was to write something that would be appropriate for an episode of "The Twilight Zone". In other words, if we wanted to bend the rules of reality a bit here and there, go rig...
I sat down with a bowl of Fruit Loops. I frowned at the mountain of cereal in my bowl and added several spoonfuls of sugar to the top. My hand-held personal data assistant beeped loudly, which meant that I had work to do. I clicked on the message and found that my subject on this day was a guy named Richard, a married man who was apparently considering an af...
Before you read this, I want you to know something. I am absolutely not a bad person. I see people of all races as people. I don't normally have weird fetishes. You see I grew up in a racially diverse, wonderfully family-oriented environment. My name is Evelyn Marguerite Jacobs and I'm a lifelong resident of Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up in a city where p...
Eventually we all move to the living room to finish of the coffee and pastries Tim had brought in earlier. Ian and Andrea have dressed again, while Tim has his robe, but I remain nude, conscious of the fact that I am the only one in this state. Tim has me sit at the foot of his chair, his right hand resting casually at the base of my neck as he talks with hi...
The sun rose over the City of Toronto, Ontario, bathing the largest metropolis in Canada with its ghastly light. I don't normally sleep but after last night's events, I just lay in bed with my eyes closed, dreaming of days gone by. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Iblis. The Lord of Shadows. My kind are known as the Djinn, and I am by far th...
Back in 1971, I was a rather naive 18 year old, but one summer afternoon I discovered a whole lot about human nature, as well as learning a valuable lesson. Never judge a book by the cover. It was mid-morning on a weekday afternoon. The sun was hot and with high school already a fading memory, I was doing what most of my crowd did that summer before heading...
Many of the more well to do in the little town of Waterloo looked down on the Rogers family as did many of the not so well to do. There were many different reasons for this attitude, but they all had some bearing on the family's way of life and physical characteristics. The men were short, wiry, towheaded, thin faced men. They all had prominent adams apples...