Clip clops heralded the arrival of the carriage. A massive clydesdale drew it along and it was driven by a hunched man whose features were enshrouded by a hooded cloak. The cart was compact, inky, and illuminated only by a pair of swinging lamps that had been filled with light-bugs from the previous dawn. Silver lines of enchanted runes outlined the bottom...
When we talked about meeting, I asked you to be beautiful, because I already found you alluring, and you are indeed beautiful. It's still a surprise to me that a 28 year old girl like you would do this for a 58 year old man like me. I look at you and enjoy, your small feet, toes both pointed toward me in the simple black flats without socks or stockings, the...
Vesper felt a light breeze drift over her and she yawned and stretched out her arms and legs, knowing that her wings pushed up a bit from her position on her stomach and she felt the sheets from her bed slide down to uncover her from the waist up. Burying her face in the pillow beneath her head, she kept her eyes closed for a few more moments before she fina...
I pulled out in traffic driving the beautiful, shiny blue Ferrari Scaglietti 612. The sounds from the car were intoxicating and I felt so conspicuous feeling the envious stares of all those around me. I couldn't wait to rev it higher and shift from first to second and from second to third to hear more of the melodious melody that the car made to my receptive...
I wish I could move. I want to. I want to get up from here and run as far and fast as I can from this horrible place. To scream for help... but no one would be there to help me. No help for me. Or for my sister. I can see my sister. Like me her eyes weep from where the knives plunged in. The skin bruised, torn and ragged around her mouth. Her insides vomi...
Alain was the French artist who had rented the family's guest house for almost ten years. Unbeknownst to her parents Cassie had been Alain's muse and inspiration for much of his art and photography. He had nursed a desire for Cassie starting when she was fourteen and her countenance changed from that of a sweet girl to one of a young woman. By the time she...
Synopsis: A short Flash story and satirical song about a cheating wife who has been caught one time too many Sex contents: A bit of Sex Genre: Ribald Holiday Humor Codes: Satire Originally Posted at SOL: 2009-12-21 ********* The blame for this story and poem are strictly mine! With sincere apologies to Sid Tepper and Roy C. Bennett ***********...
~Dedicated to a very special "Zakabushi"~ * * * * * How do these things start? Elle was laying in bewilderment then. For years Sam was a good friend, closer than close always there to make fun of something that was bothering her. But then this afternoon it had started. And she wasn't sure of where it would end now. Sam worked at a deli over by the mall a...
My mobile buzzed on my desk, telling me a new message arrived. > Guess what I wore today? Oh shit. Another message from you. Ever since we hooked up out of nowhere after work a few weeks ago we've been at it nonstop as we discover how amazingly compatible we are in bed. And in the car. And in your kitchen. And in the unused office on the 3rd floor. As I c...
CHAPTER 3 Rhonda was on the phone with Dan, who described how he had damn near had a premature ejaculation. He was a little worried. Rhonda was his friend and his sounding board. She said the usual things about "it happens sometimes" and "don't let it become a THING in your head, it was just the one time," but she knew some bastard had tried to interfere in...