Before you read be forewarned: There's no under-age sex. Nothing about religion. No politics. Nobody gets shot or beaten up. No Afghan heroes or Karate experts. And nobody gets taken care of by anybody named Mario. ***** "And the Winner Is?" By Jedd Clampett It's 8:45 p.m. by my watch. Fifteen more minutes, that's all just fifteen minutes and I'd find ou...
Chapter Four: The Beach House Vika calls me at 7PM and wants to know if she and Amy can come over before 9 like we had agreed. I tell her that's fine. I ask her if she's told Amy anything, and she responds in a whisper that she can't talk at the moment too well, but that I should be ready for a surprise. Vika's tone had been excited, as if I will like what...
NOTE: Wait... STRAIGHT porn? Damn, Ceri, you losing your touch? No, in all honesty the premise for this story was a dream I had and adapted into a coherent plotline, so, yeah. Hope you guys enjoy this weird-ass story! -Ceri *** She was only vaguely aware, as it happened. When they'd taken her, they'd been nice, saying she was going to a safe place, wher...
July 1980 Sally Johnson sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her stepfather’s late-model Porsche, which was parked on a side street around the corner from a quiet tavern close to the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. As she fidgeted in the seat, and finished the beer she’d been drinking, she cursed her stepfather, Ted Bissett, under her breath for using...
The next morning, Peter sat at his desk in his office trying to work, but really waiting to see Cindy log on to the internal message system. His heart was comforted when he saw her name light up, and he was able to focus more on his work, with the soothing presence of her lighted name on the internal message system. About an hour passed, and then the door b...
Note: I apologize for the lengthy wait. I was/am going through a major life change and needed to take some time to think things out. Part of the change is trying to fit my writing into my new circumstances. I ask that you be patient as I figure this out. In the meantime, here is chapter 3 of 'The Slayers'. Chapter 4 will immediately follow. Thank you... Kala...
Check out part one for the whole story from the beginning if you like. As always, comments and ratings are more than welcome! Part Two: Great Love, Great Loss, and the Great War Years wore on since that night on the eve of November, and my visits to the Connollys became less frequent. My bones couldn't take the mile walk over the rolling road more than onc...
The black Bentagya SUV kicked up dust in the circular driveway. A coal-black security officer with a shaved head opened the door for a young woman in a beige business suit and Versace handbag. Two eight-year-old girls in Coline t-shirts crouched at the side of a hedge, their hands over their eyes, barely daring to peek at the reality. Coline held out her ha...
"...Sir?" I slid my knuckles softly across the door jamb to his office. He spun around in his computer chair to look at me. "Yes, darling?" I nervously flicked my hair behind my ears and looked at the floor. The silence dragged on for too long. "Is everything okay?" Now there was a tinge of concern in his voice. Already, he had gotten up and was moving...
The fist rocketed past my face. It was as if the entire world went into slow motion. I remembered every hair, pore, and bead of sweat on that entire arm as it railed past my sight. My eyes met his as he finished his straight punch, but my hands were still raised up to my cheeks. Punch him back, hit him, do something! I yelled at myself in that moment. But my...