Discovering another past. "Important encounters are planned by the souls, long before the bodies see each other." (Paulo Coelho de Souza, 1947—) Part 03: Our Story. We took my car, and it was about a fifteen-minute trip to the church, and Dr. Simpkins' office. He was in his office waiting for us. Upon entering, I introduced my pretty blonde friend, and...
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This is the first chapter of my erotic novella entitled The Perfect Whore. It could just as easily have been called The Perfect Wife, but I suspect that the first title will attract more interest. It is the story of a conventional happily married middle-aged housewife whose life is entirely dominated by husband and family. When her husband induces her to hav...
"Sister?" Sabbath Black skulked about in the darkness. Sight perfect as she made her way through the narrow hallways of the Oil Tanker Velchek. Reaching a large meat locker that was kept sealed from the outside world she palms the massive door. Sensing, probing, awaiting acknowledgment. She knew her sibling was within but it had been weeks since she had com...
Jesse gripped her armrest digging her nails into the gray leather until she was sure they were going to break. The plane was going down and she wasn't going to live through it. Her mind flashed scenes of her life, her sister sitting with her last Christmas, melted chocolate on her upturned nose, her dog Berry bouncing across the yard in his prime, before she...
"So, Kassim, you mean to tell me that you're an illegal immigrant?" Zara Desmarais said softly, and the young tomboy looked anxiously at the young man who sat opposite her. Inside the crowded Eaton Shopping Center food court in downtown Toronto, thousands of people milled about, embarking on lengthy shopping sprees. Once upon a time, Zara Desmarais, a small-...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A witch of a fortuneteller tricks a man to be her sexy Valentine. The day before Valentine's Day, I was invited to my friend's house for dinner. As we all hung out together, all my friends were there, as a Valentine's Day party, especially for the kids. I figured they were trying to set me up with so...
The ceremony was in procession. Rings of silver hung from the stone halls of the Gothic tower and the guests filed down the hall. They were a dark somber mass, in cloaks that trailed on the floor. The men were tall and pale, like gliding marble statues. The women were regal and tall as well, their lips dark red with sharp white teeth glimmering. They entere...
Control is picked out of chaos with determination, through struggle and most of all from studious application. Most humans never experience real chaos, the small disturbances in their existence being no more than ripples upon an otherwise mirror like pond. To understand chaos you must feel emptiness, to feel empty you must allow yourself to be nothing. Raion...
"Have you gone to sleep?" "What?" Jane was startled out of her reverie. She looked at her companion. "I'm sorry, Michael. What did you say?" "I asked if you'd gone to sleep." "No....no, I don't think so. It's warm and stuffy in the car, though. I'm feeling a bit dozy. I'm sorry, Michael. I'm not being very good company." "It's all right, love." He squeez...