Who, what, where, when, why? Have I lost the trail again? Have I lost myself in the moment and forgotten how to breathe? How to think? How to remember? This is all I know in those panicked minutes. That they come, moments when I lose my grip and tumble, and that I have to focus, focus, focus. When I find myself in a car, in a bed, in a room, and I find nothi...
I knew enough to realize I'd used my memories of Peter and I to shield myself from the horrible truth. I had the day to myself, accompanied only by the listlessness of a kind of depression seeping in over me, and I saw the day speeding away. I wanted comfort so badly. I wanted to buy a big packet of chocolate and go and see a film. Get away from everything...
1 Another artist dead by suicide... What a way to start an article on an erotica website. And what a way to appeal to your audience. But I'm not trying to appeal to anyone. I'm writing this not because I want to - not particularly! I'm writing this because I'm compelled to, because I have to. It has nothing to do with the songwriter and vocalist, who hung...
"A new, balanced man." Her ass wobbled in the hot Florida sun. It looked like fuckable Jell-O, or a soft pig-skin cake that you could eat and wash down with a glass of cold milk. Jake's boner kept skim-boarding his inner thigh. But a week earlier. Our Jake has a gift. But with all gifts, it's burdens can be deliciously torturous: (the torture comes with ri...
Today was the last day Mikhail would be here, their two week Binding ritual was coming to an end. When Abigail had first heard about the two weeks of constant need she had been shocked and just a little disbelieving but it was true. Gradually over the two weeks, any time she was without Mikhail proved to be sexually impossible. Ten minutes without his prese...
Author's note: Story contains elements and scenes of incest. Have fun. *** Two months later. Diana tapped on her coffee shop table with a measured calm, her eyes fixed on her towering ice cream float. She used her spoon to poke at the sticking white mess as it melted, ensuring none spilled over the side. With each motion of her wrist, the dangling silver...
This story is a continuation of "A Wife's Redemption Day 01". As background, Dean discovered that his wife had cheated while on a business trip and she has agreed to do anything he wants for three days for redemption. ***** CHAPTER 6 I spent the rest of the day wandering the mall and replaying the excitement from the day in my mind. I picked out a variety...
I am working on the continuing parts of Wolfblood but ideas and writing never quite go as one plans. Admittedly, it's taking longer than I expected but I am working on it. In the meantime, this is one of those ideas that occurred to me and I have decided to keep it here while I work out a few more chapters. It's darker than Wolfblood and won't be so fluffy b...
Why did I do it…? Winona thought in her sad state, what was so special about those shoes? Winona was morbidly depressed. She was not allowed to leave her house just in case she might flee. I would do anything to not go to jail, anything. "Why me?" Winona interrupted her train of thought with a simple statement of anguish and sorrow. It was about 9:00...
Cordelia Chase walked quietly inside Angel Investigations. She walked until she came near Doyle's quarters. Alan Francis Doyle was a mystery to her. He was half human and half demon. His demonic half was known as the Brachen. The Brachen were fierce fighters and well-known shapeshifters. Doyle was the agent of the Powers That Be who helped Angel. Angel was t...