This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. * Jamal, beer in hand, exits the kitchen, crosses the patio, and makes his way to the shaded end of the pool to join Scott. He's glad he wore a straw hat along with his sunglasses, that sun is capital 'B' brutal! It's early afternoon but the temperature is alre...
Tonight was the night of the masquerade ball. It was a charity event to raise funds for rebuilding New Orleans. So the theme was outlandish and risqué. She had selected a costume that fit the theme. It was gown, rather Victorian in appearance, at least at first glance. That was before you noticed the slits in the fabric that opened and closed when she moved...
Music swirls around the room, colors flash before your eyes, and the hum of conversation is almost tangible against your skin. You clutch your drink tighter in your hand as couples twirl past on the dance floor, faces obscured by brightly colored masks, all sequins and feathers. You're at a Masquerade Ball, face covered by a striped Tiger mask, lithe body co...
Meet the Vampiric Prince Vellen... An admirable young man born to privilege, sharp of mind and grace Vellen's earliest records of existence were discovered to be from the time of crusades sharing space with many Kindred royalty of Old; Vlad being one of these if we were to name names. The exact years were strangely vague as staggered the stories of this Pri...
"You are cordially invited to the 87th Masquerade." The gold script on the parchment went on to list time, date and place. But it was the word "masquerade" that she dwelt on. Angela had loved the costumes at Halloween as a child, and the few costume parties she had gone to at college had been tremendous fun. Masquerade just made it sound so much more elegant...
A cool breeze blew through the elegant courtyard rustling the rose bushes and a young girls dress. Her mask was that of a fox made from black velvet. Her dress, left far less to the imagination. A blue see-through lingerie showed high rise white underwear and above a set of perky perfect nipples erect to the cold. Lustful light blue eyes peered from the balc...
"Hey, stranger." The voice, sharp and crisp as a shard of glass, cut through the air and was accompanied by a tap on his shoulder. Robin jolted, as if he had never felt a touch in so long, but was able to get enough of his composure together to turn around and face the voice. Her mask was very pretty. Unlike his, which was sharp in shape and color and as b...
Yesterday. About 20 years from now in a future you probably won't remember as well as I do. The world has become more of a Gothic Punk world filled with people driven by their own greedy sexual agendas and less observant to the world around them. The midnight blue Lamborghini Diablo I am driving races eastward from an underground genetic research facility k...
Alex let herself slowly wake, stretching her arms overhead and her back lifting from the mattress. She then curled herself into her smooth sheets under the warmth of the bedspread. Her dark hair trailed long and it tickled her back for a moment as she shifted. She let her mind wander to last night and her unknown companion. Remembering his eyes gazing into...
The joy derived by observation of the automaton or zashiki karakuri can only be increased by the realization that the perfection of movement is totally focused upon gratifying the very particular individual's highly personal physical and spiritual pleasure. The display whether singular or repetitive free or contrived is indicative that the recipient Daimyo i...