"The Hunters are here," those words, dreaded by all creatures of the night, poured forth from the mind of Akufo, the burly, dark-skinned sentinel typically posted at the mansion/lair's main entrance. Upon hearing the warning, sent directly into her mind via Telepathy, Alia Owusu woke up with a start, and if her heart still beat, it definitely would have been...
Dialogue This: Making Your Characters Talk Y'know, people often say to me: "Firebrain, how come you write such good dialogue?" My stock response (whilst smiling smugly) is that I watched a lot of Buffy. Now that's actually quite relevant - Joss Whedon is the king of quippy dialogue and gorgeously grey characters - but that doesn't help you, on the other si...
Chapter 3: A Passion for Public Nudity We have seen in the first two chapters that Diana had an obsession with showing off her body in public. She designed and selected clothes on this basis. She carefully planned where and how she could exhibit herself. She luxuriated in the reactions of people to her nakedness. Most of all, she appreciated my complicity i...
It's an old building - for sure. Yes, I work on the top floor alright, and the view is great - when I bother to look at it at all. There is a medium sized potted rubber plant in one of the elevators. I timed it. It takes exactly 3 minutes, 31 seconds from lobby to the top, or vice versa - assuming no stops on the way. They need a faster one. It's a...
We got to the beer store in about five minutes, just before closing. It was dark outside and tons of cars in the front parking lot. I guess several people were trying to get there beer before closing time, so I was forced to park in the back alley which was the closest spot available. There were a few East Indian guys sitting on the grass of an attached gree...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
Attention readers, most of what I have, and will write comes from past experiences. My Di has provided some very erotic entertainment, and I love her dearly. However, you will notice no mention of safe sex, or any precautions of any kind. You must understand that these great experiences started back in the seventies (Hope I didn't date myself!). At that time...
Note from the Author: This next chapter in this rather twisted tale is a bit more bestial than the first. Though his eyes did open first, Jacob's keen sense of smell became the first of his senses to register anything of interest. Bacon, he thought. I smell Bacon. Almost immediately a wry grin crossed his tired face as he reminded himself of a dog treat com...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I had told you about how I had met old Mr. Spandwick and how he had insisted on dressing me up like his granddaughter, Alison, before having his way with me. Pretty hot, right? I thought so too, but it did freak me out a bit... It just wasn't the kind of thing I had ever done befo...
Remington Alexander LaBaux (Remi) was an only child. He was born and raised on an old family plantation in northern Louisiana, which grew sugar cane, as did most of the plantations in that region. The plantation had been in his family since before the Civil War and was handed down to the oldest male of each generation since it was founded. His mother had pa...