Sheriff Jacob Creech might been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. Days without a rape were something he cherished at this point but he knew that day two weeks ago that Angela was just in a better position to deny it then most. Truth is, he had just breathed a real sigh of relief when he saw Angela walking bow legged the next day. That by itself wo...
Copyright 2014 by PostScriptor, All Rights Reserved Jason cautiously walked up to the unadorned dark gray building where he had been instructed to meet his contact. He'd only received word of the possible rendezvous that very afternoon, and he had to hurry just to arrive on time. Jason was in his late twenties, still a young man, strong and able, and ski...
They are still slumped. Good boys. They are not touching themselves. They look exhausted from just lying there. Two thick boners are curved back over hairy bellies, trying for a touch-back at Belly Button Basin. It would be fun to explain to Mignon why they look as though someone has splashed them with virgin olive oil. "Take your glass," I command. We wa...
1 Now that it looked like things were starting to settle down, Mark wanted to get some insight into how everyday life was for most citizens. Angela suggested that everyone come to her home, since it was time she returned anyway. She tapped a couple of icons on her wrist and ordered a lift. Liyana, Gyges and Maren opted to stay at the palace to plan the n...
Chapter One: Welcome Aboard Hawk Local erotic writer found murdered and sexually mutilated in his home. Is his death connected to the weeklong cruise for erotic writers leaving port today? That was a good question. I couldn't decide if the newspaper article on page eight of the local Miami rag was trying to make me feel good or bad. It might be good becau...
Atria Once back onboard the Poseidon, Marta was wide-eyed and curious about pretty much everything. So Mark, Annabelle, Rayven and Laruun took her on a quick tour of the Battlestar, while everyone else went for showers and then to bed. Shortly after starting the tour, there was an announcement that they were going into light drive and that the trip to Atri...
(Just shy of a decade after Across the Tracks was first written, and I've decided that it needed to be redone. This was my first ever outing as a writer, and in many ways, was my first story I wrote outside of high school assignments. I feel that as a person, I've grown as a writer, I've grown in what I consider good storylines and plot, and I've decided tha...
Darkness enveloped me, enshrouding me like a thick veil both physically and mentally. It was a universe devoid of stars, light and sound. Am I dead? Is this what the afterlife feels like, floating around in a sea of nonexistence? Isn't there supposed to be some kind of movie of your life passing in front of your eyes? Do I even have eyes? "Is that what you...
It’s Daniel’s fault. He left the doors open for the cool sea breeze. That's why she found the waves whispering her name, and that's why she’s naked, now, on the terrace under the warm black sky, being serenaded by the ocean. “Or….Laa… Or…. Laa…” The sea, at least, seems happy Orla’s here, joining Dan to start a new life. Unlike everyone else. Including, d...
I'm thrilled to get your generous feedback, please keep letting me know what you think. This chapter is longer than the rest, we're doing quite a bit of story advancement in this one. As Elena becomes more deeply enthralled with these two mysterious brothers, I find that I do, too. Thanks for reading! ** Elena hovered just below wakefulness. She delayed s...