She knelt before him in the dimly lit room, unaware of her surroundings. His hand brushed her hair from her shoulder, his caress sending a shiver through her that reached the depths of her soul. It was only here, before him, that she felt whole. Her need to serve him, as it so often did, overwhelmed them both. She knew without words what he wanted from her...
It was a beautiful July day. Rebecca St. James was enjoying the time off. She was enjoying the sun and being with her family and her boyfriend. It was nice to be off the tour and just have a picnic, she thought. It was very relaxing. Rebecca ate her fill and was lying in the sun. She smiled at her boyfriend, Jimmy. Now she stood up. "Jimmy and I are going f...
The small 3 bedroom house on Caywood Street was a wreck. An overturned lamp and family pictures lay broken on the living room floor. A busted dining chair from her Grandmothers dining set was now in 3 pieces in the kitchen surrounded by the remnants of drinking glasses, scattered into shards of un-repairable glass. Eve sat in the hallway and surveyed the dam...
Vampire Val sat bolt upright in his coffin. "I knew it," he said. "It's still light out. Damn daylight savings time. It's so damned difficult to adjust." Reaching into his pocket, he took out a sheet of emery paper and carefully sharpened his fangs, watching in a pocket mirror as he did so. He was very careful with the tips. Too much polishing would blunt t...
The sounds came in dizzying waves. Voices rising and falling – swelling and ebbing like the tide at dawn's break. Nothing made sense but the crooning voice of the man who had brought her to this place – to her surprise. "Relax, my pet… I have a gift for you. Something you've always wanted… always dreamt of, but were too nervous to actually live. Tonight, y...
The full moon spilling its glow through the large window was the only light in the room. The only noise the rush of the cars on the road. And there she stood leaning with her side against wall looking down to the street below. Her long white satin slip hugged body. The moonlight cast shadows framing the curves of her hips and breasts. She looked lost standin...
This is a work of fiction in which all characters are of the age of consent or older. ***** To know the taste of a woman is to know desire—pure. Her face is the architecture of beauty, her skin—the satin that envelops the world into darkness. Disarray, discontent, and chaos shadow her every move. I have known such a woman. Only once, in the night, in the h...
This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? It was really an innocent moment that I had no designs on twisting into a perverted pleasure. But, that's what often happens when I am tortured by long droughts between fucks. My mind takes control. It bends the common reality of decency...
Glaring at the windshield wipers as they slapped uselessly across the rain drenched glass, frustrated with their ineffectuality, she drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel. A major highway, an interstate for Pete's sake... limping along at forty miles per stinking hour. "It's just water," she thought to herself as she surged forward into the other...
Brainstem reticular formation. Medial dorsal and anterior nuclei of the thalamus. The limbic system and the amygdala...the hippocampus. These are but a few centers of desire that I can alter within a select anatomy, the deepest and sometimes hidden component of your soul. The increased pulse, the dampness I sense of your body has been well under my control a...