This work is long, 38,000 words, a complete novella. It contains multiple scenes of hardcore explicit sex between men and women, men and men, women and women, and groups dealing primary in a MFM arrangement. Themes throughout center on domination. Comments / votes are welcomed by the author. *** A house divided cannot stand, or so someone once said. I mys...
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I took the call a little after midnight, and yes, it was a dark and stormy night, but I guess in my line of work they usually are -- in one way or another. Dispatch called just as I ran across an ex-wife in a bad dream, but the sleepy voice on the other end of the line had no way of knowing that, and even if she had, there wasn't a damn thing either of us co...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. As always, I need to thank, Stylus and Madison (ThanatopicFolds) my cool editors. If you spot any issues with grammar, it's because the editing came from Down Under where beer does flow and men chunder, so it's all good. Chapters 7&8 were supposed to be...
I stepped outside and did what I thought I wouldn't do again; I called Finn. "Marly," he purred into the phone with the warmth of a hungry tiger to a mouse. "Finn. It's business. Nothing personal." "Our mutual business is always personal. But as long as you have an open case I'm involved with, you're not going to let it get personal. That's the only reas...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its t...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author Note: Okay, this one is heavier on the BDSM mastery and conditioning with a little reluctance. I hope you enjoy and have fun :)! Ash My life was singularly the greatest life ever fathomed, for two reasons. One, I was dead inside, the events of my childhood leaving me a hollow shell of a person. I was delightfully, wonderfully empty, devoid of pain,...
"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them." Marcus Aurelius, Meditations * It's an old story, really. Been told a few times too, I reckon. About an old man -- well, not really old, not quite yet, anyway -- but an old man who's followed his heart and run into a few potholes along the road more or less traveled. A ma...
I awoke disoriented. I was not in my room. I then recalled I was house-sitting. I rolled over and looked at the clock. I was not tired and it was as good a time as any to get up. It was going to be a quiet day for me. I was sluggish from an extra hard work out last night. I stood and stretched, cracking my neck a few times, boy I had beaten myself up. I open...