Michael O'neal Kw Stories

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The Honeypot Ch. 02

by Lycandope on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The muted chirp of Senator O'Neal's cellphone brought her up from the depths of a bright and sunny dream. She clutched at the dream as she woke; rarely were they as happy and simple as the one she was waking from. Usually, she dreamed of huge, dark figures moving slowly across a shattered landscape. She was nearly always being chased by something in those dr...

The Honeypot Ch. 03

by Lycandope on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Senator O'Neal stepped lightly into the hallway, her luggage bumping along behind her. Paul stood to the side of the door. His hands were loose against his sides and his eyes roamed ceaselessly along the hallway. The young woman looked up at him and smiled. "I'm ready!" she chirped and then turned to her right as Paul turned the opposite direction. "Sena...

WVC Ch. 03: The Physical

by gupiao on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The Physical I awoke the next morning to find another e-mail in my inbox, this one from the Math Department. "Congratulations! You have been accepted as a candidate for the White Vampyres Club. You will make the following adjustments to your diet. Eat no red meat, replacing it with fish and chicken. Eat more milk-based products like cheese, yogurt and the...

The Error of Her Ways Ch. 02

by Pultoy on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

CHAPTER 2 Why hurt yourself with anger when someone else makes a mistake? After over 2 years without having any contact with the O'Neal family at all, I was in my room at the Denver Rescue Mission. I had been given free room and board there. They said that they recognized my work on the streets of Denver and knew that I was integral in their own reach out...

The Honeypot Ch. 01

by Lycandope on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The heavy silence in the old room was finally broken by a tiny 'clink' sound as a crystal clear ice cube shifted in a short, heavy glass. Massive velvet curtains blocked all outside light to the room. A huge mahogany desk lived in an oasis of soft yellow light that emanated from dark green lamps. The world beyond was darkness and the pale, overweight man sit...

Crisscross

by Flavian on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Wednesday: Doug: The doorbell ringing at 9:45 that Wednesday evening initiated the unraveling of my wife's deception, although she did not realize it yet. I answered the door to find myself facing a man and a woman dressed in reasonably normal business attire, although the clothing was somewhat out of style and obviously well-worn. I immediately got the i...

Police Cadet Missy Taken

by 24ward on May 25, 2010
Interracial

It was Monday morning, and police cadet Katja "Kate" Perssen was driving in from the suburbs in the shiny new Jetta her parents had given her as a present for graduating police academy. Although she was newly assigned to the sex crimes unit, until she finished her training Kate was mostly working in the office writing reports and doing clerical wor...

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The Error of Her Ways

by Pultoy on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

I, Bill Wilkerson, met Tamara O'Neal in Downtown Denver, just a few blocks from the 16th Street Mall after a Colorado Rockies game in 2007; we were both 26 years old then. It was a warm summer Saturday late afternoon and the Rockies had swept a three-game series against the Giants and Denver was rockin'. Tamara was rockin'. She is a looker, one of those girl...

The Honeypot Ch. 05

by Lycandope on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The sounds of the city's nightlife greeted Robert as he stepped from his apartment complex. He stopped, eyes wide and watching as an increasingly small part of him worried about how he looked. He frowned at himself, unsure of why he'd be worried yet the feeling didn't fade. A warm breeze caressed his soft, hairless cheek and he shivered in pleasure. Goosebum...

Georgia Girl

by Softly on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Every girl has the dream of being a movie star. I was no exception. Though my family did not have much money, and we lived in a small Georgia town, my Mom shared my dream of me becoming a somebody. The somebody that she never was, except to me. She paid for years of dancing and voice lessons. Mom and Dad scraped up enough money to sent me to Vassar. I thin...