Tommy & Black Canary stood over The Calculator, menacing him. The effect would be terrifying on most others but The Calculator seemed unconcerned, even with the blood dripping from his eyebrow. "Tell us who you're meeting!" Tommy said in his scariest voice. They had discovered earlier that week that the person who had been supplying Black Mask with money &...
*An army is one man's courage and a thousand men's discipline* (A thankful bow to Frontma for another round of editing) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) * The post-midnight meeting with Cordelia and a rag-tag group of students was probab...
***NOTE*** This story is a part of my ongoing series called Trouble Texas Style (Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Goodbye Earl). These are complex and interwoven tales that cross genres, including erotica, romance, and suspense. I have kept them separate as opposed to hopping from character to character chronologically, as Geo...
***NOTE*** This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman (complete), Tight Fittin' Jeans, Goodbye Earl, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. This chapter is like that review session the teacher gave right before the exam. I am bringing them all together and doing just that...
Huddled in the hastily emptied wooden chest, the crouching woman listened with fear as her village was sacked. Her hut lay a bit apart from the ring of homes around the commons. She was a weaver and traded her skill for meat and milk and cheese. Still, the clanging of weapons, rending of wooden doors and walls, and worst of all the screams roared in her ears...
"Okay, tits out," he tapped the crop against the small of each of their backs, encouraging the topless women before him to arch their backs and push their shoulders behind them. He nodded in approval as six nipples stood erect in a straight line before him. A cold draft hit her and Clara shuttered internally, she was naked and deeply nervous of what was abo...
John was sweating profusely, the dream he'd bolted awake from had seemed more real than not. Shaking John got out of bed walking to the kitchen area to get something to drink. Dear god he thought he could still smell the sweat and grime where the woman was. Closing his eyes he still couldn't see her face, almost everything else he could though. Sitting at t...
The next thing I was aware of was waking up in the morning with the most peaceful feeling I had ever experienced since my first night with Mercy. My body still felt like melted butter. Somehow I knew it was morning before Jill appeared beside the bed, fully dressed, smiling beneficently as she wished me good morning. "Today is your final day. You and Mercy...
Books and Curiosities, est. 1899. The bookshop sat a little back from the main street, a bakery on one side emitting warm wafts of yeast and spices, and on the other an antiques shop, all three shops older than any of the antiques within, timber-framed first and second floors atop dirty orange brickwork. Windows haphazard, no two oak beams forming a neat an...
There are no characters in this story less then age eighteen, This story is a complete fiction, any resemblance to any person living, or dead is purely coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. *********** It was my eighteenth summer. I graduated from high school at the very top of my class of 484 students. I earned a scholarshi...