As I lay there, my mind afloat, drifting in and out of the ocean of consciousness, my body bobs up and down upon the waves of surrender, as I slip and slide between silky sheets. Your voice beckons myself to rise up above and beyond, and as I escape my physical form I try to catch up with my sultry, swift, soul as it races through space and time, over mounta...
Mitch Goodman is lying in bed asleep, the room is dark. The sheets are hanging halfway off the bed, and he is snoring loudly. His alarm clock buzzes loudly, he aimlessly slaps at the nightstand. "Shit," Mitch mumbles, as he knocks the alarm on the floor. The noise is distorted, but still remains. "Motherfuckinshitass," He growls as he nearly falls out of bed...
(c) GratefulFred The King begins to speak to our rag tag group of randomly picked adventurers. "Dear brave noble warriors..." Suddenly the king stops speaking as an advisor whispers something in his ear. The king lets out a weak cough and continues. "Dear randomly picked adventurers whom have the misfortune of being drafted to tackle the menace of the ar...
Sister Mary Celeste absently twirled the wedding band on her left hand. Here she was, a bride of Christ, a bride of God, and her omnipotent Hubby couldn't even get it up. Not like in the old days when he porked the brains out of that slut Mary, anyway. (Sister Mary harbored a many great evil thoughts about that particular virginal whore, even if she was tech...
I was a bit preoccupied that evening. I remember one of the guys arrived late in the evening. Susan had taken a long bath and was wrapped in a short fuzzy robe. She went to the kitchen when she heard footsteps outside, and I saw two shapes go up the stairs. Later I found the robe on the kitchen floor. I remember making a pot of coffee and checking out what w...
A text was sent by Him around eight o'clock that evening. The order was to use the spare key under the welcome mat and clean the House to His standards by the time He was to be off work, not half an hour from the time of the message. A secondary message added that He was to later on have Guests over. With the fear of God imprinted upon her at the thought o...
Chapter 3. The Cold Winds of Gallifrey Night time, Gallifrey slept. Quietly I slipped from her arms and sliding my feet into soft carpet slippers tiptoed naked to the console. Habits are hard to break after seeming centuries of endless repetition. The universe summoned from the liquid screens and my eyes traveled from headline to headline searching out a...
It had been weeks since Sir was here last, months since his passion was so strong that he took his belt to me, driving me into sweeter submission than I have felt in years, and I am so eager to see him that I can't think of anything else. My mouth is eager to take him in. My scalp tingles when I imagine my hair entangled in his grip as he deliberately hurts...
"And another box gone," Jack muttered to himself, putting the heavy box aside. "Only what, a billion more boxes to go?" The silent storage unit didn't respond, but Jack nonetheless felt like the sweltering box was mocking him. It was in the mid 80s outside, a lovely summer day. But inside this metal hell the temperature was hovering in the high 90s. Jacks' s...
I never intended to write a sequel to "Jezebel It Was You" (published October 27, 2016 in Loving Wives) however the comments and emails I received seemed to want one, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what happened too; so here it is. As we left the characters, Blake and Clarisse were touring the U. S. in a classy RV, fucking up a st...