Paris... ah Paris... he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a country born and had lived all his life on his father's farm and his mother had decided that now he was...
Sweaty and panting, Becky and I rested against the hayloft ladder until the rush of orgasm faded, and we floated back to earth from the incredible Land of Euphoria. Unwrapping her legs from around my waist, Becky whispered, "Okay Doc, put me down." I kissed her with passionate gratitude before letting her go. "That was fun," said Becky, patting my butt...
It was still very dark outside when the radio alarm went off in its usual noisy way. It need not have bothered, I was not asleep. In fact, I had not slept much that entire night, and it had been late when I turned in. Today was going to be an interesting day. That was an understatement. I was preparing to drive out to a small Western Kansas town to meet some...
To the world at large Winston Winslow is unknown, and even to those few individuals who have delved deeply into the occult, he is a passing footnote amongst the more famed practitioners of the forbidden arts. However, Winslow was a master of the mystical arts, who delved deep into obscure practices and unlocked secret rites and rituals, which had best been l...
Chapter Eleven – Lilith the Avenger Jadranka, formerly known to the world as Danka, presented herself to her professors. She recognized two of the instructors from the Followers' celebrations she had attended earlier in the year. However, there was no special interaction with them. The Cult of the Ancients had dissolved, its members had cut themselves off f...
Chapter One -- The Apple Thief Danka Siluckt woke up before sunrise, as always. She carefully got out of her bed to avoid disturbing her younger sister, Katrínckta. She cast her sibling a resentful look, irritated that Katrínckta got to sleep in most days, a privilege she couldn't ever remember having. Danka stumbled around in the dark, trying to grope fo...
"Bring him out!" Gary Garrett quaked beneath a black hood. His hands were bound together behind his back by some kind of plastic tie. Who were they? Al Qaeda? ISIS? The IRA? Was the IRA even a thing anymore? What did they want with him? He was a nobody. He worked as a community manager for one of the smaller DoTA-type online games. The job didn't pay par...
Jo plumped the cushion and carefully positioned it until it was precisely at the right angle. Nothing less than perfection would do. Ricki, her friend of twelve years was coming to stay overnight and she would notice if the tiniest thing was out of place. An impatient knock on the door signalled her friend's arrival. Jo had a last look around the flat on th...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... "You think our meeting at 'Les Café Des Poetès' was random?" he teases. "You think it was coincidence? It was not random. It was no coincidence. I know who you are. I've known who you are for some time. I've studied you. Your past. Your desires. Your tastes. Your life-style. I tracked...
Aunt Lucy and Uncle Larry didn't seem to notice that May's attitude towards me had changed while they were out at sea. Then again, perhaps they were much too excited to notice -- if the previous catch they'd hauled in was large, today's catch was gigantic by comparison. It was a good thing I'd gone out with May to greet them because there was no way she woul...