'What would today bring?' John thought to himself as he walked up the patio and towards the door. John couldn't stop thinking about how his life had changed, how he went from a disgruntled delivery man to the luckiest man alive. John rang the doorbell and Kim answered the door wearing a tight form fitting black dress with a slit high up her left leg and see...
"Mmm, Bastien..." Sebastien Byrne looked down in dismay, watching as his new bride lovingly faked her way through another orgasm. She was very good at it—soft and sweet, and imminently realistic. No glass-shattering screeches, or siren-like banshee wails. In fact, if he hadn't been inside of her when it happened, he would have sworn that it had been real. H...
Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in...
Monica Fiorentino couldn't help being jealous of Zoe Byrne. The gorgeous Gunnedah native considered Zoe both her friend and her rival; she got along well with Zoe, but also considered her slightly overrated in the looks department, and not really deserving of her high status in the modeling world. Monica was proud of her features: her long, shiny, dark bro...
(This story was started by Sultry Sieren before she let me work on it. It's her premise and her inspiration that should get the praise on this one.) * Angela McCloy, an interior designer at Dangerous Designs, was trying to finish the sketches on her latest assignments. She couldn't concentrate though because of all the noise the carpenter, who was redoing...
Author's Note: I wrote this story for the Beyond the Wall of Sleep Gothic horror story event, a rare but gleeful dip into the genre for me. Thank you to blackrandl1958 for inviting me to participate, and to Etaski for the mutual beta/proofread. Hope you enjoy! * Pittsburgh, 1958. The slightest tremor shivered the floor under his feet as the train wen...
Faeophobia: Magic's Hour Author's Note: I'd like to thank XXXecil for the creation of such vivid worlds, and for his unique openness towards other authors playing in them. I've been a fan for a number of years, and this is my contribution to a great body of work. I only hope I do it justice. I believe he's taking commissions now, if you ever have an idea yo...
END OF DAYS: A scene we'd like to see! It is a quarter to twelve on December 31st, 1999. The Millennium is about to end. Deep in the bowels of New York City, in an underground meeting place, Satan and his followers are about to make a terrible prophesy come to pass. If he is able to impregnate a virgin at the stroke of midnight, Armageddon will be unleashed...
Author's Note: I'd like to thank XXXecil for the creation of such vivid worlds, and for his unique openness towards other authors playing in them. I've been a fan for a number of years, and this is my contribution to a great body of work. I only hope I do it justice. I believe he's taking commissions now, if you ever have an idea you'd like to see developed...
Brock Howard and Zoe Byrne finished their glasses of champagne and shared another kiss. It was 8:00pm on New Year's Eve, and the two laughed as they sat on the floor in front of her couch, empty Chinese-food boxes strewn next to both of them. "Think next year will be even better than this one?" Brock asked, his deep voice pleasing Zoe's ear. "I hope so,"...