Zerafina woke up slightly sore and sticky on the bed. She looked up to see her impish familiar Tidget leering at her, his tiny cock still rock hard. She groaned and sat up, peeling herself off of the sheets. On the small table in room was the book she had used to summon the demon lord Nyyphas, and upon seeing it she groaned again. It hadn't been her intentio...
*** One *** She was thirteen when it started. That's when she found the large leather glove in the mall. Something drew her to it, as if it were reaching out to her. She touched it briefly, and it seemed still warm and alive. For the next two hours in the mall, she would walk by it, again and again, constantly checking to see if someone claimed it. But no o...
"You'll never get away with this," I said, scowling at the accursed villain. She just laughed. How anyone so beautiful could be so evil I had no idea, but even now, suspended above an uncertain doom, I couldn't help but admire her. Or envy her, perhaps. Her classic French features, reminiscent of Catherine Deneuve or Isabelle Huppert, combined with that coo...
"If I come through that door, there is no turning back - I am going to take you any way I want to..." (three years earlier) "I can't believe you are going to be in Buffalo the same weekend as me. That's awesome, we have to get together." "The show is at 7:30 and it should be over by 10:00, so you should come by and I will set up a ticket for you." And...
There was no doubt about it; this was the best job in the world. Half of his time, he spent driving his truck down the isolated paths of Redwood National Forest. The other half, he spent in the Ranger tower, looking down from the heights to scan the forest for fire or campers in need. And though he has had to, on occasion, climb down from his perch to keep...
The writer sat at his typewriter tapping the keys but not hard enough to make an impression on the paper held taut awaiting his words. He had an assignment due tomorrow morning for a scholarly magazine to write an erotic story. He was noted for his erotic stories especially ones those dominated and abused sexy young beautiful women. He had thought the job w...
The afternoon sun beats down upon your naked body, comfortably relaxed on the verandah of the seaside cottage next door to mine. You sunbathe today with the hope that you will see me again; that I will make an appearance in my sunroom so that you can watch me. The white lace curtains flutter in and out of my French doors, offering you extended glimpses of th...
Jason and Katherine sat cuddled up under a quilt on the swing bench in the backyard of the rental cottage they had through the end of the weekend. It had been a long fun filled week. Filled with hiking and fishing, and cool nights by the fire and beds to warm up in. This weekend they were looking forward to the arrival of a few close friends to share the wee...
That moment when you realize you have sat, poised to write, for the better part of the night and not written a word. That terribly dreadful moment when you must slice meaty chunks from your emotion torn heart and let them come to lay up a blank page to be inspected like so much butcher shop meat. When tears darken the paper more than ink. It's funny...when...
This chapter wrote itself in spite of continuing computer issues. For all of those readers who have been holding your breath, enjoy! I think the only reader more impatient to find out what happened next has been my partner. He's frothing over the next installment and hopes that my next bit of free time is spent writing. * Meg took the last curve at 75mph....