This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In wh...
Trying to put something directly into the hands of a hacker was a kin to grabbing a greased pig, in a rainstorm, blindfolded; near impossible and no fun at all. Two days ago the Vatican envoy had shown up unannounced at St. Michael's. "It is imperative that this be delivered to Mr. Simon Lewis Farron as soon as possible," the imposing envoy said to Father D...
I call Lust first thing. I feel sick, dialing the number, and even sicker when the receptionist puts me through. She used to know who I am, but now there's nothing in her voice at all. Lust wants to come around on Saturday afternoon, when I'm at work, to pick up some more of her stuff, and that's fine by me; we should have stopped there, but I try to have a...
CHAPTER 23 Mum, he's gone! I've looked everywhere. She was verging on hysteria. She'd run around the house, the sheds and other out buildings, fearing the unspeakable. Then she'd jumped in David's ute and driven around for half an hour. He's only as far as he can walk in this rain. There're the hills up the back, the creek, the main road...there was a pau...
Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published els...
Amber screamed as the blob pulled her under the bed. But it was just a vision. She was just really scared of what happened the day before. She thought about calling in sick to work, but she thought that is what she needed to get her mind off things. So she got ready for work. She gets to work early and talks to her boss about the old factory. He said they c...
This is a continuation of The Wet Nurse (Fetish), my tale of the Stearns family PROLOGUE On a clear autumn day in 1901, a man and his son walked through a dense forest. With each gust of wind, leaves showered down and settled on the trail: a kaleidoscope of yellow, bright orange, and deep red. The man, Edwin Stearns, carried a small single-shot rifle with...
They were dozing on his bed. It was a hot Sunday morning in the sub-tropics and the ceiling fan was turning slowly, providing some chill as it evaporated the sweat off their bodies. They were in a loose spoon, her half on her back, her head nestled onto his upper arm, and her legs sprawled apart. His right hand was placed comfortably over her pussy - still l...
Chapter Eight Aladdin - 3753 C.E. When Captain Kerensky was offered the opportunity to be captain of an Interplanetary Space Ship, she welcomed it full-heartedly. It was exactly the distraction she needed so soon after the messy fallout accompanying her divorce from Veronika. The heartache and acrimony that accompanied their separation had driven Nadezhda t...
Another long day at the office. Another stinking hot crush home on the underground. Never quite knowing whether everyone looking through me is a good thing. Wishing there was someone who would just notice me. Just once. A shared smile, even a sneer. I'm sick of being invisible to everyone unless they want photocopying done or another coffee run. Another nig...