© 2015 Sal De Klerk, Kit Cartaii, All Rights Reserved Edited by ElmerStudd Authors Note: The outline called for a longer story involving more activity and characters, unfortunately, Kit was unable to continue writing his part. I may continue this on my own if there is enough demand for it. Warning: This story contains adult content and offensive languag...
The course fabric of the bedspread scraped my nipples with each hard thrust. They were painfully tender and erect. I took a deep breath and tried to grab onto a lick of sanity, taking stock of my current situation. I was naked and couldn't be more exposed. My ass was up in the air, my cheek on a pillow that smelled of bleach and cheap detergent, a thin swe...
Chapter Seven -- A Change of Management May 1986 Detective Sergeant Archie Sanders and Detective Sandra Tingle ate breakfast together in the restaurant at the Holiday Inn. They had slept in their own rooms. It was a rule they had, regardless of how late they stayed up making love they always returned to their own rooms to sleep. It was as much about propri...
"So how are we doing this?" Alex spoke out while clenching his fists, his ears lifted sharply forward. "I say we just hit them by surprise. There's no mistake which ones they are. I could have a bullet in both their heads before they have a chance to shift." I showed my teeth in a sneer while focusing on the road. "You haven't even killed yet Alice, are yo...
Julia was excited to have Amanda back with them. She was dying to hear more about Hanson House and everything that had happened during Amanda's visit. There were more immediate matters, however. "I've been getting a facial twice a day while you've been away," Julia announced with pride. She couldn't believe she'd made her husband wait so long to experience...
Domestic Bliss "It's so good to have you here." David had given her a little complacent smile as he sat down for his meal. "So good for us to have a weekend like a family should." David's approved form of weekend seemed to consist of Dee racing round preparing meals and ferrying the youngsters to their various sports and social appointments. Meanwhile,...
四 The nightmares fit a pattern. I'd be in my apartment building's corridor, find myself in vivid encounters with angry, confused souls, mostly men, wearing dark blue prison clothes with a bar code like number on the front and back of their shirts. They were in pain, these men. Physical pain. Psychic pain. Many were riddled full of bullet holes, and they w...
Marcus and Doug had been collecting and studying water and soil samples based in a remote village in the Democratic Republic of the Congo for three weeks, and were more than ready to leave for home. The two men wearily stacked boxes and carefully stowed samples into special, environmentally controlled containers. Both men's shirts were nearly soaked through...
"Sir? Sir?" the boatman asked. I did not answer. I had arrived on the continent in spring and had made landfall on the Aquamarine Spire. Had ridden the drake tram; had walked the narrow roads and had seen all the other marvels of Aspyra. Had even attended the Seventh for a spell. But never, not at home, not in my wanderings through the city, nor during my...
Halloween had worked out poorly, but Jacob tried to understand the circumstances, even as he sat at his desk, in his bedroom, in the home in which he'd grown up. His first year of University ought to have come with parties, the possibility of a little under-aged drinking, the chance to get out from under his parents' watchful eye and experience a tiny bit of...