As the therapist sat down with the woman he made a note. -Thirty-six year old subject seems well-rested and alert. "My name is Mr. Sands." he told her, shaking her hand. The big-chested, dark-featured woman nodded and smiled. "Nice to meet you." she replied. "Can you tell me a little bit about your background?" he began. "Ah, I was the youngest of thre...
One evening, when I awoke prematurely from my badly needed sleep, the glowing deep blue numbers on the digital clock in my bedroom began to glow brighter. They had rarely bothered me in the past but this was not an ordinary evening. The clock read 2:10 am. I had been asleep for no more than an hour and a half, when a very troubling dream woke me up with a su...
I should have posted this story before the conversion of Kathy, but I got wrapped up in it. Hope this bridges the gap from Christina to Kathy and fills in some holes. ***** Christina had just taken her new role in the business structure of the Von Estates. She was working to stream line the import and the movement of finances though their accounts. She had...
May 22nd - Friday / Evening "Ladies first," Luna offered, volunteering to go second after the pixie girl. Barely clearing the fragile five-foot mark, the wisp of a young woman took a timid step up to the microphone on stage. Her hair was dyed such that it captured the essence of a perfect autumn day; amber, auburn, and burnt rose fading into a bright aprico...
What a dump, Abraham Russell thought as he glanced around the reception area. It was how he'd expected it, to be honest—naff in a cheap kind of way. They'd made an attempt to make it look sensual and erotic, but overall the effect was more Blackpool than burlesque. Stylish photos of scantily-clad models from the sixties and seventies were placed on the walls...
So, you're leaving. We're at the airport. You're going on a trip somewhere. South America I think. Or South Dakota, or South Africa or something, I don't know, I don't care. All I know is that for the next six weeks I won't have you. I won't be able to have you. I won't be able to fuck you, taste you, cum with you, cum on you, be inside you. But this trip is...
It took some, persuading on my part to get Percy to tell me about his brother and why he was killed by an officer. It turns out, that his young brother wasn't exactly his brother and Percy told me that, Percy wasn't his name, it was Oliver Grant and he worked for Europol. When he told me why he was there and who he and the organization were after, he swore m...
We met after I responded to a comment she had made on a website, about the link between pornography and violence. Details of that exchange are not necessary, beyond stipulating that she is pro- both. We exchanged messages about food, sex, death and the necessities of both kindness and occasional depravity. We talked on the phone and arranged dinner at a rest...
Chapter Two - Ian's Story Ian Quinn was a bookworm. He inherited a talent for numbers from his father so math was his best subject in school. Growing up in a small towm in the Midwest, Ian made a name for himself with his phenomenal ability with numbers. Early in high school, he established himself as the guru of math and easily made extra money tutoring o...
She sat on the floor of a forgotten warehouse, letting the cool night breeze blow over her naked form. Her dark brown hair fluttered in the moving air and her nipples were sticking out slightly but not from arousal, only from the cold. The sulfur she had used to cast her protective circle burned at her nose, but she ignored it. Her eyes were closed, her brea...