All the seats around the massive oval conference table were occupied except one. It was a stylish conference room located just six stories from the top of a skyscraper and provided a panoramic view of the downtown. The trendy graffiti-inspired paintings by a living but high-dollar contemporary artist, the prime location, the state of the art audio-visual sys...
II. I will leave it to you, my Dear Reader, to imagine the welter of emotions I endured in the aftermath of Satta's sale to the goblins -- an agony of love outraged and of vengeance sickeningly fulfilled; of a humiliation endured and a destiny -- my noble destiny -- attained. Through the long weeks of summer I visited Graydon Zamp's establishment on severa...
During the afterglow while reminiscing the totally all consuming passionate sex, not to mention the intriguing conversation wherein Vivian revealed her propensity for unbridled profligate sex, Jed Baxter developed an impression that Vivian Laaning exuded a siren allure on him. Just like the mythological Greek sirens he knew he would be in danger should he pu...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE - Garden of Hellish Delight Chapter 5 is on the way but I fancied a bit of a change of pace and so I put this together. It's a bit more lighthearted than the Garden series, in which John is very much a martyr. Also, any resemblances herein to any persons in real life, wither alive or dead are purely coincidental and shouldn't be taken ser...
II: Lexi The place was so familiar Lexi felt like she had never left. The conference table dominating the center of the room surrounded on each edge by the four uncomfortable chairs. The rectangular window with its token blinds that were hardly worth turning closed they offered so little privacy. The outlets and the wide whiteboard across from the window st...
1) I don't know about you, but this particular episode gets me really turned on. And there are no "other men" in the way that some of you may find gross. 2) These things take forever! I've got many, many pages of half-written notes and text, but turning them into a story...not so easy. So I'm sorry about typos etc., but I figured you're probably not readin...
Paul frowned as he peered past a drop of rain on the windshield. The single-story of beige brick and short, tidy asphalt driveway wasn't what he'd expected. The house, with its sweep of well-kept lawn, looked like any other suburban home. It sat on a sparsely populated, dead-end street in a far corner of Mansion Grove. Beyond the house, the limbs of an autum...
** Author Note-- Staci, thanks for sharing the idea & the inspiration... * Summer Franklin walked into my office for the first time one Tuesday afternoon last November. I was just getting ready to grab my coat and head out the door to get some lunch when my secretary buzzed me to say there was a walk-in client waiting in the lobby to see me. I'd gotten to...
(I wrote this series of stories without dialogue intentionally as an experiment) We follow Jessica to the end of the long arc of the restaurant. On the inside of the arc, near the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the brilliant sunset over the Gulf, are tables for two and four, mostly empty. On the outside of the arc against the dark wood paneling of t...
Author's Note: Very special thanks to rustyoznail for his invaluable editing. Without it this story would've been a travesty that would've put you all in such a rage that you would've found out where I live so that you could come over and tar and feather me. Thankfully that's not the case and I live to write another day. *** In a less than ideally heated...