Damon cautiously parted the drapes of his living room window with the barrel of his hunting rifle and looked out. There were no signs of life on his residential street, nor had there been for at least the last 24 hours. He could see two pale columns of smoke still rising from the direction of the airport. Had he dared to venture outside for an unobstructed v...
IRIS: "Well shit." I whispered the words to myself in dismay, my body twisted at a weird angle, staring at the tips of my fingers barely visible through the glass. All I wanted was the pack of donuts, dammit! I tried to wriggle my arm again, but that somehow lodged the flap pressing into my arm deeper, getting more stuck than I was before. If you haven't...
I would like to take a moment to thank Chris Xavier for his input and edit. Thanks to both Chris and HornyBabe1965 for their encouragement and support. This story was inspired by a nightmare I had a few months back. The symbolism is personal, but some of it is also rather obvious. That dream shook me to the extent that it stuck with me for several days afte...
So there I sat, on a sun lounger by the pool, looking out at the solid blue water in front of me. Above, the sun burned bright like it does in the Med, but the white walls of the house shaded me as I languidly smoked my cigarette. I had a nice cool beer to my side, so was nicely buzzed. If it was mid afternoon at this point, I figured I probably had another...
Chapter 1: Helplessness is not an emotion with which Red is intimately acquainted. He is familiar with foresight and planning, accustomed to being three steps ahead of everyone else, armed with layer upon layer of contingencies, cloaked in expertly designed exit strategies, and outfitted with an arsenal of influence. Being helpless is not a feeling he re...
A/N: I hope you're all doing well. These chapters contain no sex, again, sorry. I do think the action sequences make up for them, though. To any new readers: Hi there! Thank you for checking out this story. I know my first 5/6 chapters aren't the strongest, but if you could find the will to get through them, I think you'll grow to like the tale that I'm wea...
"Hello, and welcome to this meeting of Dealing With Impotence. We have a new member today. Mark, would you introduce yourself?" "Hi, everybody. I'm Mark, and I can't get it up." "Tell us your story." "Okay. Well, it's been a recurring problem for me. I'm not in a relationship now, but I want to come to grips with this before I start another one, no pun in...
18-year-old John knocked cautiously on Mrs. Adams' door. He was nervous about talking to the older woman. He loved to watch her from a distance but this was something else entirely. He wasn't even sure what possessed him to do it. Sure he had a good excuse. Her yard needed to be mowed and since her son, who was a couple years older than John, had left for co...
Ada had nearly become unhinged at seeing her Chicago industrialist lover at her doorstep in Indiana, not the least because he stood beside his natural son—her eldest son, Dan. When Dan had been conceived, Ada was too innocent to know that Vaughn was the father, but Charles had set her straight on that. While pointing out that he couldn't be the father becaus...
Deep in the pits a cry was heard. Fausta, the hermit-pontiff, watched from the perch above. Her latest subject was due for a daily observation; the pontiff had low hopes, but an observation was still to be made. In the pit - one of nine - was a gaelic woman, well built, with muscled thighs and a delightful pertness to her small breasts. She was of the nort...