The junk raced through my veins, icefire and numbing bliss, and in that moment of clarity I know I have to get out of here. Wild white roses sprinkle my vision, doing their best to block out the raunchy apartment I hid in. I almost smile, the muscles along my jaw clenching against the numbness. But then the roses start to bleed, blackened pus dripping down o...
Author's note: Chapter 6 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 06 I woke to the smell of coffee. I could hear the hiss of the coffee maker and knew the pot was just completing its cycle. I raised my hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes and a wonderfully musky scent graced my nose. I could still smell her on my finger...
(All sex is consensual and all participants are over the age of 18. Some of the English is Texas dialectic) PART 5: GOLDIE: THE ORGY FOURSOME, CONFESSION AND REDEMPTION Well, time marches on, most likely on flat feet. I was hoping my lawyer could get an appeal going but that looks like a dead end, as dead as my end is going to be without an appeal. I was...
This is a work in progress between myself and my partner who is not signed on here but he's a good guy who has the better half belonging to my own main character. I hope to get this published with his help but we'll see what happens as this story unfolds. Forgotten Realms is a copyright of Wizards of the Coast, where this story takes place. Chapter 1 and P...
The sun was rising outside the window a huge fireball of anger, yeah; it was gonna be another scorcher, another day of waiting. Looking at the bed, the raven haired beauty turned to look at me, her perfect breasts moving in unison with her body. "Tyrome! Come back to bed! You've only filled me twice this morning!" she cried. It was the same every morning, h...
Your heart. Beating. Waiting for what I do next. Breathless. Willful. That is what you have been, slut. I hear your heart beating faster. Faster as I pull you by your collar to the floor before me. Faster, as I hold you firmly in place at my knees. Faster as I look you over with my dark eyes. Faster, as I make you lick my black leather high heel boots. Faste...
~~Chimera~~ He did not like where this was going. The ship moved at a slow pace, or at least he thought it was slow. In the middle of the night, the stars and breeze should have been more than enough of a guide, but the fog of the dead blocked his senses. It felt almost as if they were holding still, but the rest of the crew assured him they were moving, s...
I get to the office on Tuesday, about noon. I check and double check both of the cameras. Everything is working fine. I'm not going to have a repeat of whatever happened last week. I've become more than normally obsessed with Sandy. I know my ruse will run its course eventually and I want to make sure that I have great recordings to watch, in order to savor...
James Monroe lay in bed, thinking. He was thinking about how crazy his life had gotten. He was in a townhouse in 63rd and Madison. A place of wealth. It was actually a top secret base of operations. The Project, they called it. The men and women the government employed in its top secret work. James Monroe lay there. Once, he had a normal life. He was sixty...
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...