Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
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** A return to my days as a purveyor of quick, dirty smut, on behalf of a paying client, be warned! Smut ahead!!** Second Audition A Bodyshifter's Universe Story by: XXXecil for Hire PROLOGUE With invisible hands the wind caressed the billowing folds of the flowing skirt of fire engine red as it hugged the curves of the scintillating beauty. Ye...
* * * Simon Sharpe. I decided to go home, leaving Jimmy sitting with Kim at the hospital. I wanted to shower and change. I parked in front of the house and got out of the car. I was just walking to the door when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Hello Simon, it's your father." I froze. I'd hoped to have nothing more to do with my self righteous parents. They'd...
This is a slightly updated version of this tale. I'm at somewhat of a loss to explain why it was not submitted here when it was first posted on the Internet. There have been a few minor changes to the text since the tales first appearance. DC thanks the proofreaders who assisted in preparing the original for posting. But we should add that he doubts they...
SO FAR: Divorcee Merrick Jamieson (35) visiting New York comes into contact with the moll of the mysterious Spiro. The spirited Kirsty Fallon (25) finds she has become attracted and follows the photo-journalist to his homeland and begins working with him. Merrick deals with a retriever sent to return Kirsty and then travels to New York and wins her freedom f...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
This story may seem like a re-write of the last episode in Down and Up the Road, and in most ways it is. It goes on to answer some of the questions I left open at the end of the original story, and opens the door to other adventures that might lie ahead. Whether that door stays open or closes will depend on how this is received. I had hoped that writing thes...
The Truth after Seven Years -- Pt 1 As I sit before my computer, trying to think of how I can tell my story, I know full well that no one will believe one word of it. I know I didn't accept it either when I first learned about what had happened to my father. Yet, the more I have pondered his story, the more I am convinced that it must be true. Still, I have...
Thank you for clicking on the story! I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Comments and feedback are welcome, but hostile comments will be deleted. Thank you to Todger for your editing! ~DP ***** Tyrell, Rashad, and Jake sat there stunned at Kelly's words and actions. They had all enjoyed her skills all summer, so it wasn't a surprise in her desire. It wa...