Part 38. Carlos Departs, Sarah Arrives. Jeannette swayed to the lash of the whip as Andre continued to coach Carlos in the best way to swing the whip and where to strike. "Good Carlos, now spread it out more, remember the goal is to make her whole body sing." Sweat dripped off of her breasts, and her hair was damp. Outer reflections of her inner heat from...
During my senior year in high school, my economics teacher thought it would be a neat little exercise to have us students learn about the world of investments. So she had a couple of local stock brokers come in and give us a couple of presentations. Mutual funds, the stock market, penny stocks, treasury bonds, junk bonds, the works. The number of choices wer...
At The Villa Ch 20 Sam in Athens 2 A New Era for Olympia and Diana It did not take long for the taxi to arrive and park in front of the main door which Sam had indicated during his latest mobile conversation with the young ladies. The bags were unloaded and Sam, who was eagerly waiting, hugged both Olympia and Diana as they alighted. They were very anxious...
There is no explicit sex in this story. No part of this story may be published at any other site or in any other form without the express written permission of the author. © December 25, 2006 ******* Chapter One 'His thick dark hair sure accentuates his heavy set brow,' she observed. 'Together they give his eyes a deep shadowy, almost sinister look...
September 2009 I should have known how things were going to end the moment Adam took his wallet out. We'd been dating for over a year and had gotten comfy with one another's mannerisms and foibles to the extent we were very couply so anything out of the ordinary meant trouble. In a good way. It was our scheduled regular night in: food and wine in front of a...
This is a very old and deeply disturbing gay male, rape and revenge story, one that's been kicking around in my folders since I began to write the Manchester arc that would lead to A Portrait In Blood and Underwear some four or five years ago. It's among the darkest of the Vampire Arc tales, hence it's posting in Erotic Horror. I'm a liberal soul at heart bu...
Chapter Eighty-One: Descent I dreamt about the movie "The Sound of Music," not a surprise given what I'd been doing when I fell asleep, but I woke to something considerably less pleasant: panicked screaming. Alistair and I were on our feet in a mere second, both of us grabbing our weapons as we rose, but then stopped in confusion when we looked around th...
An empty restaurant in the morning had always been Julia's favorite place to conduct an in-depth interview. She was friends with the owner so she was allowed to work there while the staff prepared in the kitchen. She sat across a dining table from a sophisticated older man. They had coffee and a few gourmet pastries, which sat alongside her papers and lapt...
The gunshot echoed across the prairie. I looked down at poor Whiskey as I slowly reloaded my Peacemaker. He was a good horse and his death was on me. Well, me and the damned rattlesnake that spooked him. I was half asleep in the saddle and noticed the rattler at about the same time as Whiskey. The old boy reared and threw me, which was embarrassing enough f...
Dan woke up, glancing at the clock that sat on the head board of his giant California King bed. 5:15 AM, the lighted numbers on the clock radio read. It wasn't set to go off, no need for that. Dan woke up every single day within a few minutes of the same time without fail. It made no difference at all what time Dan went to bed, still he would awake and ge...