It was going to be a long flight, 13 hours and 22 minutes according to the itinerary, but Josh Michaels actually resented the fact that he had to fly out of Logan airport more than the length of the flight. He had been the spokesman for his company, Tri-Elite Inc. for 3 years now, and had been on more planes than he cared to remember. This trip to Moscow was...
I wasn't sure what to say when I saw him, or if I should even say anything. It was so obvious though that he was a tourist in the city, lost in the sea of non-English speaking Parisians. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting outside a quiet little bistro, sipping wine, scribbling in my journal and enjoying the cool summer breeze. A casual glance up from m...
A note from After Dusk... Please don't hate me. There is still a long way to go on our journey with these characters and I'd hate to lose readers now because this part will probably be rough for some of you. That being said, please vote and comment or message me, I enjoy the feedback. -AD ***** Her head is pounding. Her body is cold, she feels it seepin...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale au...
Gill sighed as he walked around his car. He hadn't meant to slam the door that hard, and he didn't like to think of himself as the kind of man who took his frustrations out on others. His car was certainly not one of the sources of that frustration, but, admittedly, he was only human. Mentally, he apologized. The indifferent teen behind the counter neither...
Abstract: Every few decades every imaginable trope of All Hallow's Eve gather at a special haunted house for one and only one mysterious purpose, but first the staff must be assembled. * As Francette's hands pushed away from the stone bannisters, she feared having been caught listening in on her mistress. Somewhere below in the great hall, the witch conti...
Been awhile since I've put out a story and I thought I would change this up a bit and get a little reality in. I've had a lot of folks ask me to do a story based on the relationship I had with a friend of my father, which I had written of in my Bio. It was my first time with a man and I've been thinking a lot about it recently. I had been talking about first...
Author's note: Darcy's story began with a separate story called, "The Harpy", though this is an independent story and The Harpy need not be ready to understand anything. Comments are always appreciated. ***** It had been what felt like the longest day of Darcy's life, which was funny since on Saturdays as soon as she finished with her 12pm class she cle...
We'd barely made it through the doorway before Zoe ran up to my wife Mary, threw her arms round her neck, and clung on as if she'd not seen her in years. Mary hugged her back, stroking her long black hair. "I've missed you too, kitten," she said. Bonny leapt over, her tail wagging, almost knocking them over. I knelt and stroked her head before she could jum...
Taking a deep breath, I stared at the mahogany door a while longer before knocking it. It had been...years. I waited for a minute or-so, contemplating whether I had even made the correct decision to come here after all. I argued with myself before deciding to knock again. This time, faintly, I heard a response "Wait a minute!" My heart jumped. It was him...