Jason Summer, the narrator, is a completely fictional person. The stories featuring him are also completely fictional. They have some continuity to them, but are designed to be a series of stand-alone stories that can be read in any order you so choose. Also, Jason Summer lives in a world with no STDs and 100% effective birth control. We do not. Please don'...
She glanced once more at the dashboard clock, squinting at the amber lights that were barely visible in the impending darkness of dusk. 5:20. "Damn." She looked at the speedometer. She was already doing 63 in the 55 mile per hour zone. She bumped it up to 65 and stared in the mirror as if that would tell her if a cop was nearby. Kristi drove on. She remem...
I studied my reflection in the mirror of the elevator door, waiting for it to open, waiting for him to be revealed to me. He had been in there every single day for five weeks. For twenty-five straight business days, the elevator had come up from the garage with him already on board. He must commute in to have a car. I was a city girl, living three blocks awa...
(Author's Note: I know some of my readers have been curious as to when the next Enslaved to the Mob story comes out. I honestly don't know when it's coming. I'm absolutely shot on the story, with no idea what to do, or whether I should keep the story going. My muse and creative flow for it just isn't there. This is a project I'm working on to get me back int...
Myra pulled the cruiser into the parking lot of the Southside precinct at ten minutes after midnight. Julie unlocked the shotgun rack, removed the weapon and unloaded it. They entered the building and reported to the duty officer to return the shotgun and sign out. Sergeant Dave Rossetti was at the desk. "Well if it isn't the Hick and the Slick. Did you la...
The whip laid into Valerie's back with a vengeance. Blood flipped off the end of the whip to create a splatter pattern on he wall behind the creature wielding the instrument of torture. More blood streamed down the nearly dead woman's back from the open wounds on her back; more appearing each time the savage whip laid into her with a loud crack. "Say it!" t...
Jack set his bags down onto his new bed and surveyed his new room. His new life really. He told himself that it was his first day in becoming an adult. After all he was living miles and miles away from home, his friends and his family. He always knew this when he applied for this university. Jack kind of wanted to be far away from his old life, he wanted to...
I opened the door and smiled at the couple waiting outside. The man's face broke into a broad grin. "Don't you have someone to do that for you?" "She's otherwise occupied," I chuckled. "Glad you two could make it." "We wouldn't have missed it." William Trent tugged firmly on a piece of leather in his hand. A leash, it stretched up to the neck of his compan...
Chapter 3: The Household Somehow, Dorée made it through her first night of service in the Duc's Chateau. The candles in her metal sconce burnt low. The wax fell more and more rarely as all the holes were filled with hard white drippings that cooled into fantastic shapes. The scenes of carnal activity that took place in the Grand Dining Hall before her becam...
Author's note: This chapter of 3WotR contains no sexual activity. If that is your motivation for reading, please check back next week. This chapter does contain a brief scene of violence. If you are sensitive to this topic, I would advise you to skip this chapter. As always, thank you for reading, voting, and all your feedback. ### I rolled out from...