Chapter 8: The Interns Stew, the pipefitter, drained his mug of beer and set it back down on the bar. It had been a long, tough week, and he was ready for his Friday night hand job. "Carl!" he called down the length of the bar, to the ancient bartender, "Is Nancy here yet?" Carl was wiping out a glass with a bar rag. He nodded, and wagged his head toward...
It's 1:00 AM Labor Day, one of the loneliest nights of the year. Alone, sober, I see drunk people. They move in twos, threes and ones up and down the bar-lined boulevard. Some bounce. Some drag. Hunger wafts through the streets. Cadillac Escalades, sprayed in their finest pearl-white, strut down Erie Street at fifteen m.p.h. though they appear to be doing tw...
(Chapter 01) The Mirror She was sprawled out naked on the cool satin sheets. Reaching her arms outward and touching the sensual feel of the fabric. Bringing her hands back to her body and caressing her skin. Her fingers dipped into her wetness. Between her legs both hands rubbed with the satin sheet in her grasp. Pressing herself into its seductiveness. R...
"My flight is delayed, baby." My heart sank. I knew you'd be coming home still, just later than expected. "How long?" I tried to ask, masking the disappointment in my voice. "At this rate, probably another hour, at least. I don't want you out that late, I'll take a cab home." I quickly answer, "NO! It's ok. I'll come get you." You smile, "Rhian, what ar...
Casiama's Own -- Casiama stood in front of the two mesmerized humans with her arms outstretched, smiling. She had summoned her battle garb from her off-world storage, a plane of existence unreachable by any other being. Casiama was wearing a flowing, long white skirt which draped down the sides of her legs to the forest floor. It opened at her front,...
This is the final chapter in this series. Thank you to everyone who found and followed it, especially those who enjoyed my "spa game" series and jumped with me into this much more esoteric story. The comments and ratings have all been appreciated. As mentioned before this story has evolved in tone and it is now much darker, including themes of non-consent,...
Late Wednesday afternoon one of my patients cancels her appointment so I give Susan a call. "Oh, hi Lisa," she says. "I've been waiting to hear from you. Thanks for calling." "I'm sorry Susan. It's been really busy at work, but I have a few minutes right now. If it's okay with you, why don't I drive up your way on Saturday? We can get to know each other a...
How many times have you heard the Story, Blood-drinkers, Immortals, Lords, and Ladies of the Night, Counts and Princes, Castles and interviews, Dracula, Seline, Orlok..... Edward. (Lets Ignore that one for sanity's sake.) But with all of the Legend and Myth, it leaves one wondering if there is any truth to it all, anything remotely real? One thing that has,...
At the summit of Apocrypha, Miraak felt a familiar presence coming to him. '... So he is here... The last Dragonborn...' He thought smiling under his grotesque mask. Seeing a familiar dragon helping his enemy, Miraak said, "... Sahrotaar, are you so easily swayed!?" Not wanting to hear the answer, he continued but directed to the Last Dragonborn, &...
Author's Note: Wow, I'm so happy that this series is continuing to get good scores. Thank you everyone for the positivity! I hope the rest of the series (six chapters to go including this one) reaches the same standard. I know I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy that you guys and girls seem to be having as much fun reading it. Thank you again...