*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way* Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges. (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 ro...
August 11, 2007, I was so excited to be in Malibu. Bracha and I were at a party in a mansion that overlooked Zuna Beach. Most of our friends from the East Coast were also at this party. I looked cool in my ice-blue linen outfit and matching sandals. Bracha wore a short white top that exposed her flat, tone belly, as well as shorts that showed off her shapely...
Across the river, on the shady side of town, in the back of a smoky tavern, behind a thick steel door, down a damp stone stairway, along a musty hallway, kept from view with an oak door, was the Banana House. It was neither a true home, not did it contain much fruit. Instead, it housed men of the night, men for rent to the privileged and elite. The atmosphe...
Mercy Graves had had a long day. She was still chairwoman of the board, able to push against CEO Lana Lang and the majority shareholder, Contessa Erica Alexanda Del Portenza, but her position lacked the strength Lex had possessed. Now Lang wanted to turn them into some kind of charity, shut down the weapons division, start building affordable housing, whil...
Dear Readers, Sorry so long in between posting. I know you just want to see the next chapters so, I'll let you know that I've got another 4 or 5 ready to queue up so they will be coming more quickly now. I hope you enjoy what comes next, KemMyst ******* Emmett had dinner brought up to their suite and asked his mate to meet him there. The green gown wa...
I worked hard all the next week. Tanya kept complimenting me on my diligence and my progress. I told this to Mercy on the way home on Thursday thinking I might get rewarded but she seemed to resent it. When Saturday evening rolled around she was still pretty frosty. We had had sex on Monday but it was duty sex. We hadn't come close since. The salad didn't t...
The woman bit her lip, staring at the red phone on her husband's desk. It hadn't been that long, but he should have at least called. She pushed her gray hair away from her ear and picked up the receiver. It clicked and dialed the only number it was programmed to call. "Hello, SC Ops, what's wrong, ma'am?" The grey-haired woman released her lip and said, "Re...
--reality-- I don't know why Sterling was complaining about the fact Jackson's imaginary dick was 12 inches. I am starring at, at least 10. I lick my lips and reach out but he smacks my hand away. "I want dessert first," he says as he grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs. Holy fuck man the way he is looking at me. I let my legs fall...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Okay, so, technically, it's 20 past midnight here as I'm writing this. But it's still April 9th in other parts of the US, so we're still going to count this as April 9th! Except the site won't say so. Anyway, I said I'd get it done today and I did, dammit. This one's fucking huge. It's 15,158 words, making it the biggest story by al...
* * * * * This story is a slow build. There's no sex in this chapter, but there is miniature golf. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for invaluable beta reading and editing expertise. If there are any mistakes, it's because the author didn't listen. * * * * * I Was a Teenaged Metahuman Chapter 1 Un-Schoolish "You'd best be on your way to work, Max!" His mo...