I start on your shoulders. My expert hands, strong and agile, kneading your muscles back and forth. Knots roll beneath my hands begging to be worked on, screaming to be torn apart. But that is not my intention and they must wait for relief. Pain has no place in what I have intended for you. I let my hands drift down your back, thumbs tracing your spine, fing...
Aimee watched as Greyden lurched up like a zombie and stretched. She'd expected him to get up out of bed and start his day; he was an early bird after all. She watched him bathe in the morning sun before he turned and rolled over, positioning himself between her legs so that his shoulders knocked against her thighs. "Good morning," he kissed up the soft ski...
I don't want to talk about the kind of abusive relationship that we all immediately think of - that being of an abusive man who hits a woman or girl that he has some kind of relationship with, whether it be romantic or familial. We all know and can recognize that kind of abuse, and get out of it quickly. But there are other kinds of abusive relationships w...
Sitting on the toilet. A great place to clear my head. Another fight with the old lady. What was it about this time? We touched on everything. Jealousy, laziness, money, futures, everything. Didn't matter what started the fight, the next fight would start on something else, end on something else, but it was always the same fight, the everything fight. A ch...
Chapter 31 -- A sunset on the beach Finally Mike recovered enough to move away from the grave, shake hands with Reverend Chandler, and tell his girlfriend that he was ready to leave. On their way out they drove through old neighborhood. He insisted on passing by his family's former home for the last time. The house was being demolished, with great care beca...
Sorry for the late posting of this chapter as it is later then I expected. In this chapter I have tried to follow the thread of the previous chapter in terms of layout and story. It see's the return of Slamaria, the introduction to new humans and demons, discovering Slamaria's and Batherox's powers and Simon's cunning. Hope you enjoy this chapter. * As t...
She tried to resist him. He was bad for her in every possible way. He was like the devil with beautiful, fathomless, icy blue eyes. He hadn't been making any recent advances towards her, but she knew he wanted her just as much as, if not more than, she wanted him; she could tell from the way he looked at her when they were together. He was toxic, and dangero...
"Subject 2571, please report to Research Lab 7." The monotone voice said over the intercom. Danny sat up from the bed in his cramped room. He looked out the small window at the vast jungle beyond. He was a test subject in Camp 12 on New Alexandria, near the Sol System. His job consisted of pretty much anything the scientists asked him to do. Considering the...
Note: This little tale is here for a reason: there's no sex or romance. There is lots of dramatic conflict played out in cyberspace. ***** Through the wonder of Facebook do the names come roaring back. Nanette Swartz. Danny Hopewell. Larry Blackstock. Richard Tabb. Jerald Nyborg. Mary-Jo Matlack. Pam Klein. Shelly Cobb. Marc Schindler. Fran Eisenberg, n...
Chayne has driven under the influence a time or two and has the perfect cure to her intoxication- Dick's. Those tasty Deluxe Burgers hit the spot for real. They sober her up and bring her back to reality. Before she can even start her vehicle she reaches under the seat and retrieves her iPad. Holy road apples, 32 missed calls on Skype. Chayne rolls her eyes...