"Sometimes it's not the vision that's blurred. Sometimes it's the situation. I always see things clearly... or as clearly as they can be seen..." Her voice echoed off the walls, this solemn, serious representation of an inner solitude that often eluded even his keen ears. He could hear it every now and again, but when she waxed poetic there was a glassy she...
The first of the classic erotic trilogy of Sleeping Beauty Written by A.N. Roquelaure, a.k.a. Anne Rice Sleeping Beauty, within the fairy tale itself, stokes one’s imagination into a realm of fantasy. The genre of fairy tales in themselves invite readers into a fantasy world in which dreams can be expanded ... re-enacted through the characters within in. We...
Characters ------------- A: Mid 20's male with short, wheat colored hair that's perfectly spiked, shaped like small nails, average height but with wide shoulders; he's been practicing martial arts since he was ten and has the physique to prove it. His eyes and personality are what intrigue people when they first meet him; a deep chocolate brown that you ca...
(This is my first original story after a few years on this site. Feedback and comments are very welcome. ) (Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.) It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserv...
There are certain women in my life that I have never been able to shake. I was making the long drive back home to see one such girl after ten long and lonely years. Her name is Charity, and unfortunate as it was she had never lived up to that name with me. Instead, she began fucking my best friend and teasing me during my college days. Whether it was whisper...
It is something that we all know and it is something that we have witnessed in our lives. It may not be something that happened directly to you but you may have seen its effects on other people. You may think of it as something that affects other people but you should beware because someday it might affect you. It is something that touches people across a m...
Rolling over, feeling your warmth beside me, I wake up and watch you sleep. Smiling to myself, I marvel at the moments that we've shared, the times still to come. I watch you breathe, see your peaceful face, and reach out a hand to softly trace your brow. I'm breathless as a streak of moonlight highlights your face. You're so perfect to me. Gazing at you mak...
She sits in a garden On a cold autumn night, The flowers surrounding her An eerie sight. Poppies and roses Gleam starkly white, While glistening angels On marble wings take flight. She's there in the full of the moon. The blossoms mark The homes of the dead, Where remnants of lives Lie in a dark bed. Cold stone and damp earth Here all life has fled, She see...
She was partially the woman I'd remembered. She was also a curiously familiar stranger, a person you know you've met before; a person you can't quite place. Her new form was endearing, but also somewhat foreign. She now punctuated her sentences with filler words and phrases, the coded banter of the youthful. When she finished with a complete thought, right b...
Sweat dripped down her brow as she strained uselessly against the leather cuffs binding her wrists to the bed. The black cloth bound around her head prevented her from seeing him. Not knowing was all apart of the fun. The drawers opened almost soundlessly, but beside her eyes, her ears were her strongest sense. She knew each drawers sound reflectively, and s...