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Insistent Silence

by owengreybeard on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

The big motorcycle jerked sideways as the fragment of the truck tire slammed into it, and it was all Rick could do to keep from going off the road as he braked hard and aimed for the right shoulder. Ann slumped against his shoulder for a moment, and then she began beating frantically at his shoulders. He looked into the right hand mirror to see her fighting...

More than Life Itself

by Thomas_Malory on Apr 3, 2019
Loving Wives

Somehow I wasn't prepared for the blood; it's so red, so warm, the way it squirts out; there's so much blood! Yvette and I were childhood sweethearts, we had married soon after school. Three kids raised and gone. I sat next to Yvette and watched Steve Hammond bleed out. "Look what you made me do Yvette. This is all your fault. Look what you made me do!"...

The Sentinel Ch. 15

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Jack was in the shower when Jan burst in. "You have to see this, Jack," was all she said before running back out. He found her standing in front of the T.V., remote in hand, flipping between CNN and FOX News, and finally settling on CNN. "…yesterday at a motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles. ICB Captain Michael Aldridge confirmed that a suspect in t...

This is the Day

by Dr_Vril on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Horror

The man (she presumed it was a man because of its height, build and dress, being tall, bulky and masculine) had been out there, she was sure, clad in his uniform of crumpled black fedora and long dark grey overcoat. He, or it, had been there for the last six nights, a phantasmal attendant, stood at the end of the lane in a pouch of darkness where the street...

The Memory of Place

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...

Pure Stroke

by Skip1934a on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Pure Stroke – A home invasion stroke story This is my second story. It is intended as a stroke story, and I hope you see it as such. I have used no editor, and no beta readers, so any errors are mine and mine alone. Because it is a stroke story don't look too hard for character development. You won't find it. I say again, this is a stroke story.. Let me...

Motor City Gumshoe

by oneiria on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Horror

WELCOME TO DETROIT There are fifty shades of gray in the Motor City. And all their names are Death. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. OK, forget about the "best" part. That was when the Huron, Ojibway and the Chippewa still roamed the Lakes, long before Whitey came and the frogs renamed the Indians' Tsychsarondia River "Detroit," which e...

Her Game Was Passion Ch. 03

by venomlegions on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

-one- Nothing much happened until that afternoon. Not a word from Lem Clemens, nor from anybody on the team. Nice bunch of people. Screw them all. If I got out of this I'd take Jackos' job away from him. If I got out of this. Dr. William Sloane came. He was a fat quiet little man who seemed nervous. He kept reading the charts at the foot of my bed and pape...

The Luckiest Girl in the World

by KarlFive on Sep 13, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

The Luckiest Girl in the World # 16-36-2592 (Known in this Facility as 92) WELCOME TO ORGASM INCORPORATED! The place where you'll find satisfaction for all of your sexual needs and desires. Our standards for hiring staff are the highest in the world. All of our employees are given contraceptives and the PanSTD vaccine, so there's no chance of infectio...

Bitsy's Inhuman Submission Ch. 14

by unpublaauthor on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

The day after Marcos's farewell to Bitsy... ******* Thrust, parry, riposte! Thrust! Parry! Riposte! Stuart wiped away the sweat as he put himself through another punishing workout. He had not slept last night and had instead practiced honing his other blade's skills. At swordplay, the king was a master—all Tsepesh males were. The bawdy joke was that they...