Nicole and I agreed to call each other immediately when we got home. Nicole's daughter was 16, old enough to look after herself, but not old enough to be trusted alone all night. "Are you going to be okay, with ah... all this?" I said, gesturing indiscriminately in her direction. She had cleaned up surprisingly well. Her shirt was slightly discoloured f...
The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for...
The two women were in a dim book-lined office after hours. The executive and the scientist: each had a power the other envied. Both were beautiful, of course. Both made up, hair back and dressed well. Neither accenting their sex with their dress, both serious women. The scientist with thick-framed glasses, red hair and green eyes. The businesswoman blonde an...
Chapter 9 The bright night sky was painted with the storm twirling gales of snow under the bright moon. Talyis stood baffled, watching Novak run through the gardens to the stables. The blanket of snow scattered as he ran. The cool air crackled with tension. The celebration within the castle halted when the two watchmen came in yelling, "Attention! Stop th...
My name is Carla Brett. I'm a professor of Criminal Psychology at Carleton University in the great city of Ottawa, Ontario. A six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. Curvy and voluptuous, sensual the way only a Celtic goddess can be. And I'm a sharp mind too. You'll soon discover why. A lot of people find my view of the world to be strange, ev...
I woke up to the sound of someone crying. Not good. I opened my eyes, saw black and remembered that I was sleeping over at Karin's, in Amsterdam. She was in her single bed. I was on a camping mat on the floor next to her. I unzipped my sleeping bag half-way, wormed my way out of it and sat up. I could make out a few things in the dark, but not much. Her bed...
1.1.2. Flu *1918* Selene had spent the last ten years traveling. Only a few years all over Europe and since 1912 through America. She had never stayed in one place for more than a few months. She had spent the time of the Great War in America together with her growing entourage, but even here she had often changed both city and state. To protect herself wa...
A storm passed through, and then there were just faint rumblings and the occasional flash of lightning. Jack was downstairs, pacing back and forth in the dark living room. He was much too wired to go back up and lie down next to Kim. He could hear both of the women as they slept upstairs, could detect the soft rhythm of their heartbeats in the quiet house....
Chapter 6 - BOHICA Bend over, here it comes again. That's what BOHICA means. I say that because of the simple fact that since this Op started, it has been a constant chain of being bent over and fucked in the ass over and over again, well in the metaphorical sense. A simple snatch and grab op that went to hell. Shall we talk about the Templar's interrogatio...
How could he have drunk everything so quickly? Thirty-four tubes of blood, and he'd thought that was overkill when Benny was getting them ready for him that morning. Chamey sank down on his bed and stared up at him. "You're freakin kiddin me. What are you saying man, you already drank everything you brought? No more blood?" "That's what I'm saying." Cha...