"Ohhh . . . Jesus . . . God!!" Ernestine's orgasm was going on so long I was beginning to worry. "Fuck . . . me . . . again!" It was a groan, a begging, sluttish moan. She lay on the floor, sperm smeared all over her, her pussy drooling a white stream from the last guy's load, her mouth creamy from its last visitor. She was beckoning to me. "Take me," she...
+ This is the backstory to a character who popped up in another story I am writing. The other story is unquestionably a Tale from the Shack, but Belle Markham's story isn't really part of the Shack series. Still, her story is, at least to me, worth telling. I decided to write this in the style of a four page hardboiled detective pulp at about 4K words. This...
On the morning before the duel - in my mind that was what I was terming it - Donna sent Ashley a picture of herself, flexing her right arm, topless but nipple off-camera, with the accompanying message: "the arm that will crush Katie :) looking forward to our good time tonight sweetheart". Ashley didn't have to ask; I stripped my top off and did the same pose...
IT WAS ONE OF THOSE late October afternoons in Los Angeles that isn't as nice as it looks. Still warm, but the onshore breeze had an edge that promised a chilly night. The washed-out blue of the sky and the sunlight's soothing honey hue were due to the yellow crud mixed with thin fog that we had to breathe but pretended to ignore. I got up from my swivel ch...
The door bell rang. It was Sarah coming round to pick up the disk with her photos from the shoot we did a week ago. I was slightly apprehensive about meeting her again after what had happened at end of the photoshoot session, although I certainly wasn't expecting any dramas. I opened the door. "Hello David," she said, giving me a peck on the cheek as she le...
"I have connections. Believe me. DO WHAT I SAY." "Shut your pie holes, you two,' growled the driver. All of Salt's systems shut down for the first 24 hours in jail. She couldn't understand why her mother didn't come get her. She didn't eat or drink. If she could have helped it she wouldn't have breathed or peed, either. She just sat on the cement floor, ig...
There's a loud pounding on the hand-carved front door. Bradley Kane looks up from the Wall Street Journal. "Hey, open up in there!" a muffled voice shouts over repeated thuds. Brad crosses the lavishly decorated living room. He swings the door open and stares at the dark figure standing in the night shadows. The man is about twenty. Long, slicked-down ha...
I met Trent, for the first time, my Sophomore year. I was still living on campus even though half of my friends lived in the apartment complex a few blocks away. I just didn't want to take on any more responsibility than I had to. Maintaining a dorm room and going to class every day was quite enough responsibility for me. I saw Trent the first time at lunch...
My eyes were shut tight as I kept kicking it. I didn't want to see the demon on top of me only to remind me it was someone I loved. But what happened to Dex & Josh? Did they kill them? Were they tied up and locked away somewhere? It cried out in pain as my leg connected with what I think was its stomach, letting go of my arms as it rolled off me. I heard a...
CHAPTER I: SAINT & SINNER At the age of twelve Bess Scanlon was branded a whore and sent to the Sister’s of Mercy. Cast out in shame, the bloodless brides of Jesus branded her a temptress, never bound for heaven. Women who never glimpsed their wombs, who wilt the grass they walk upon and leech the light from the room, never took her into their hearts of sto...