For such a rebel and heathen, perhaps it's ironic that she doesn't believe in choice. No, in her mind, our life paths were determined well before we were born. Now, she did believe that it was us that did the writing. In our fullness, our most integrated before becoming confined to these bodies, we knew us better than most of us are inclined to know ourselve...
This is a spin off of the Jake Chronicles. Read the first three chapters of that series if you want background on Debbie. This story can stand on its own, but may make a little more sense with the background story. Goamz86 * Debbie looked around her as she pulled the satin sheets from the king size four post bed. The master bedroom was magnificent, and im...
It started out just like every other day I had to fly on business. Early morning flight, late flight home. Story of my ambitious life in pursuit of financial success. But when I arrived at the airport that night I was dismayed to find my late flight home was going to run even later than usual. Instead of a night owl 1210, I was looking at a 2:25 vampire fli...
A deafening screech echoed along the platform as the Cardiff train entered the station, its ancient brakes surprisingly still in working order. The bloody thing must have been on the tracks since 1950. Jaime stared at his watch as he sat on the plank of sticky wood that served as a bench in this shit hole of a train station. She was late. He hadn't even met...
I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her continued support. Thank you so much. I have had several responses that found my story too violent and unrealistic. My story is a dark fantasy. Fantasy is a creation of freely envisioned thought or invention; imaginative, grotesque or odd; a supposition based on no solid foundation—at least that is what my dictionary s...
Moving to a white neighbor was kind of odd for me. Being a 22-year-old black man and all. My mom wanted to get away from the ghetto life we once lived. She divorced my dad after a 7year affair he recently told her. She needed a new life and so a girlfriend of hers who happens to be white, invited us to move in with her until my mom got back on her feet. My...
Chapter 4 Tom's job is never done. (12: NOON) While Tom ate his sandwich, he read the typed sheet inside the first envelope. Each of the women wrote their own special kinks so that no one but Tom would know exactly what each of them liked done to them. One thing that all the women would require is for his hands to be secured as he serviced them. Each of t...
The room was cold and the concrete was rough under her toes and knees. She had heard the muted notes of a band and the confusion of a party but once the door clanged shut it was quiet. The rest was darkness behind the leather mask. Shannon had no idea how long it had been since she had been left in one of the rooms beneath the big house on the island but she...
The more I tried not to think about him, the more I thought about him. It was absurd, really. I reminded myself constantly of all the things I didn't like about him. His bafflingly strong interest in football. His utter lack of modesty. His frankly unhealthy obsession with his ex-girlfriend's cats, whom she had left in his care after making good her escape...
Part Two: Sometimes You Can Get Too Much Of A Good Thing It was my third week at Faster Pussycat and it was fast approaching midnight. I was totally exhausted. I'd been on my knees, cuffed and manacled to a humbler and spreader bar since just before nine pm, and a seemingly endless line of young women had come into the storeroom where Kelly had installed me...