Constance paced back and forth in the living room. Twilight had fallen, but the moon had yet to rise. Tonight she was going to feed. "Ugh" she groaned looking out into the night. It would be a full moon. It had been days since her last dinner. But, lucky for her, vampires could go months without a victim. One had to be careful these days. It had been hard en...
We had been co-workers for several weeks before I truly noticed you, how beneath your formal working clothes seemed to be hidden all sorts of feminine curves and secrets. When we found ourselves working late together one night, I offered to drive you home (I said it was on my way, but it really was quite out of my way). Inside the small enclosed space of my...
Bad days for me have a way of getting worse long before they even think of getting better. The clock didn't go off when it was supposed to and I was already running late to start the day. I jumped in the car and backed over the kid's bike and the handle bar punctured a tire. I got the spare on and headed for work and a mile from the house I got pulled over f...
Persephone sat up a bit bewildered, taking a minute to remember where she was. She practically floated out of bed when she did. Remembering Hades's kisses and the feelings he made well up in her chest. She danced over to the dresser, throwing a soft pink dress onto the bed. She poured a bowl of fresh water, and washed her face before shaking off the nightwea...
Laurel awoke with a start, her body still pressed up against Jared's. It was already nearly eight o' clock. Jared was sound asleep. Well, she thought, too late for breakfast anyway. She quietly slipped out of bed and got showered and dressed. She gazed somewhat wistfully at Jared's sleeping frame. She wondered, briefly, if she had ruined everything by making...
Sorry it took so long for me to finish editing this. I am trying to get these out faster but I'd rather that they make sense rather than have them out quick. Some of the stuff I write and then read back later really makes no sense at all. I think it has something to do with being tired. Anyway, enjoy! * * * * Chapter Four Cassianna lifted her hand, wa...
On Sunday, I email a picture of my bruised bottom, as requested. I also include one of my breasts so you can see the myriad of marks you have left there too. I awake on Monday morning to the most delicious email, which has me stretching and wriggling on the bed with a massive grin. He has taken to calling me Tigress, a reference perhaps to my new stripes...
The following took place years before the internet so, unless you want to go digging in a newspaper's morgue, don't waste your time trying to look it up. Just to make that more difficult all of the names and places have been changed. This is a curious story of one man's integrity... a man who would not break his solemn word. The story is not mine. It was...
DIARY OF ABIGAIL VAN HOUTEN The next morning I woke up, still in the chair next to the bed with a terrible crick in my neck. Mark was standing in front of me with his sheet wrapped around him; he was looking for something on the floor. He found it and bent down which caused the sheet to cling to his nude body and show off his physique very nicely. Then he r...
Outside the cell. Robert Drake stood, sadly staring through the one-way glass into the room below. His face was stony, his expression cold. His wife, Kitty, leaned against him. She kept her face buried in his side, unable to face the view her husband endured. From the cool blue eyes she loved so much, amid the laugh lines and the beginning of crows' feet su...