Martin woke up and assumed that he was in Heaven. At least, he hoped it was Heaven and not the alternative. Dying had been a disappointment, not at all what he had expected. No tunnel of light, no welcoming messenger, no flashback to events of this life or any former ones. Just the shock of the southern ocean, the impact of the rogue wave that had swept him...
I woke up and found I was still holding you. We had spooned as we laid down on the left side, or your side of the bed. I was still holding your naked right breast, the nipple poking slightly at the middle of my left palm. I loved holding you like this and knew when you woke up that you would leave the bed, maybe not right away, but too soon for me, so I dare...
Jack Riel lay alone and almost naked in a bed that wasn't his. Unlike his, this one was large and comfortable and wrapped in embroidered sheets. Plump pillows trimmed the bottom of the antiqued bronze headboard. One of the sheets stretched over him, offering him the only protection he would have for what was about to come through the door. Beneath the sheet,...
I don't own Batman or any of the characters and items from DC. ***** In the deepest recesses of the rainforest in South America within some old ruins a laboratory where a mad scientist named Dr. Woodrue was about to create something powerful. Dr. Woodrue stood in the base of the lab trying to push is new idea to a shady group of people who were waiting to...
This story is part of a collection, "West of Boston." The stories can be read in any order. For Michelle, who helps this breathe Sometimes she crawls to him on all fours the length of the living room. She appears in a black merry widow, as stark black as her hair. Her breasts are pressed up and threaten to jiggle free. Her skin is pure alabaster against th...
"Well," Tom sighed, "what other romantic songs do we have for Valentine's Day? More Dean Martin?" The little piano bar was more crowded than on some nights. It had been a shore day, St. Martin. No big production show tonight, just one of those juggling comedians that seem to find their way on to cruise ships. Washed up, like him, flotsam bobbing against the...
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. ***** I was late for my nail appointment again. I had to resolve why I always seemed to be running late. Chris said it wasn't worth re-training myself. But I just felt something needed to change. Appointments, meetings, even paying bills; I didn't try hard enough to do things on t...
His name was Paul Wheeler. Paul was probably the kid who cried when his mother left him at kindergarten, the one picked last for every team, the loner who had spent the last few holidays alone with Jack Daniels, the type that had lived his life becoming easy prey. My type. My prey. I'd been stalking him for three weeks. Waiting. I could be patient when I nee...
This is a true account of what happened at a recent music festival. My wife Anita was desperate to go but had left her run a little late and all the tickets had sold out. Her urgency to be there had a lot to do with the fact that so many of her friends from different parts of her life had told her they were going; not to mention the bands who had been lined...
This story is completely fictional. All characters in the story are over eighteen. Prologue: The Whore wife, Sissy CD Husband "That's it, you little sissy whore, suck that cock." Jennifer told her husband as his head bobbed up and down on the strap on dildo Jennifer was wearing. Her husband, Patrick, lifted his head and the seven inch fake penis slid out...