(This story was created at work with a fellow supervisor's creative imagination and my own. He created the demon, I created its tale. Written for Lucus. Thanks for the fun Luke) Kiss of Death (1) The Interview Begins "We're still not sure what caused his insanity but he is as humble and intelligent as ever. He still cannot be trusted though in a spark of...
Dear Dirty Diary, Three weeks passed and it was Sunday morning. The sun peeked softly through the slats of the blinds in our bedroom, showing promise for an inspiring new day. Doug was sleeping soundly, so I carefully slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. Soon the hot water tingled against my back and trickled down my bum, warming me completely. I...
When I was eighteen years old, my father remarried. Along with his new wife, came her two daughters, Susan and Kelly. Both girls were older then I. Dad was rather well off and the three of them moved into our large country house. The first year was rather unsettling for me. My stepmother, Jane seemed to dislike me for any reason she could. She would defend h...
Warning: this story has plant rape, and penetration of uncommon holes. So read on at your own risk. ***** Jane took in a long breath as she surveyed the path ahead of her. Jane was an experienced hiker but even she was having trouble with this steep and rugged trail. She sat down on a rock and took a deep drink from her water bottle. She would rest for a m...
It had begun on the plaza -- a small oasis of concrete, dwarf trees and benches tucked down in the steel and glass towers. On crisp autumn days the women of the towers descended to the plaza to munch sandwiches, talk about obtuse bosses, suburbs soccer, Sex in the City, and obtuse husbands. Elise noticed the small woman one day in late October. She sat apar...
The dank grass matting the landing pad perimeter made the whole morning seem a lot colder than it was. It was only 04:33, and Dack could barely see the other figure standing across the pad from him. They were wearing the exact same black jumpsuit, carrying the same standard-issue luggage pack and each of them had a pensive look written across their faces. It...
Angela Wentworth explores her submissive side with Khalidah's guidance after experiencing the mock execution described in Executrix Khalidah. Some references will be clearer after reading that story, but I'd like to think this one can stand on its own if it must. Bear with me in the middle - we do eventually return to the opening scene. Angie herself, inesca...
First it was the continuing blackness. Thought had stopped for some reason, frozen, but Michael wasn't even aware of this. His mind stopped existing, at least for the next unknown period of time. Like a corpse. Some would say that he was dead at that moment, lacking all of the vital signs such as a heartbeat, brain activity, breathing and body heat. Cold as...
The Friend This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome. If not, thank you for visiting. ***** My name is Kelly. Max is my boyfriend. Dustin is his friend. I saw Dustin the first time a couple of months ago. He's quiet and withdrawn. Max seems to watch after him. He's been around Max...
A CARER'S TALE In praise of elderly women part 1 Nothing is certain except "death and taxes" according to both Daniel Defoe and Benjamin Franklin. I would add to that, - the indignity of old age. I am a "peripatetic carer" and well acquainted with old age, and the indignity inflicted on the old. My job chiefly consists of changing incontinence pads and mak...