It was an unusually warm night for it being the second to last day in October in Michigan and of course a vey big party night for any biker around for miles. This time of year, among other things, put the area on the map, making October 30th a national holiday for mischief and destruction. With that thought in mind, Kim shivered even though warm breezes swep...
Single mother Rachel Pierson was working in diner when she met a man who claimed to be a construction supervisor. He had been funny and charming and smart and promised to return the next day. He didn't return again for eight months. When he did he began stalking her, terrifying the woman. After nearly two weeks of being stalked a Serial Killer who had been w...
Willow watched as Angelus easily vaulted over her balcony only to land gracefully on his feet. He smiled when he saw here standing there in the center of her room. He opened the door and walked inside, the door closing softly behind him."I feel just like Romeo, coming to your balcony under the cover of night. Especially with you waiting up for me like this."...
I couldn't explain what life has against me. First my wife leaves stating that she has had enough of me working 60+ hours a week. And what was messed was how she broke the news. "Oh, don't stop. Please Mack," she crooned. She arched her back similar to a feline when stretching. She seemed lost in her own ecstasy. Wallace, a 38 yr old, Trucker was gaining s...
Hello, everybody. Tonight, I got a tale to share with you. You see, I have a problem and to solve it, well, I am forced to do things. The kind of things that law enforcement kind of frowns upon. I've always been that way. In the eyes of the world, I am just your average guy. I'm six-foot-one, slightly chubby but still alright, with dark brown skin and curly...
"The sexual act, successfully performed, was rebellion. Desire was thoughtcrime." ― 1984 The hooker entering Mike Oxhard's rotting apartment had skin the color of mahogany. Her male counterpart ― clad in sweatshop-hewn khakis, and a name brand with B.O. stains ― followed closely behind; a frightened child clinging to its mother. Oxhard's Doublelist classi...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I knock at the door to your house, standing out front with my legs shaking. A million things go through my mind, "I'm a good girl, what would people think?" "Maybe he won't answer the door." "Could he be a serial killer?" "What if I don't like it?" Finally after hours, OK moments, the big heavy wooden door opens. In the doorway stands the man I've fantasized...
Clocks squealed the third hour, paling by comparison to his shrieks as they hoisted him up on the table. Bent in half, his restrained legs bracketed his head, giving Sunnyville's zombies access to every bit of vital fluid that he could produce. Nurse Eleanor Trabes crouched beside him, withdrawing several long needles from her worn dress pockets. Gazing at...
Jacob fell backwards, his sweat laden arms draping over the freshly moved couch. He let out a sigh as his girlfriend wandered in. She tossed him a sandwhich, which he did not catch, and sat down next to him. "Do you know when the beds get here?" He asked, unwrapping the ham and cheese from its clingfilm prison. "Not till tomorrow last I heard,...