There is a war going on in Dream City. One fought between heroes and villains, vigilantes and criminals, doms and subs. One where truth and justice is not all that’s on the line here. The police and public are caught in the middle. They see humiliated and fucked heroes and criminals alike on a daily basis. The punishment for crime or heroism has become whate...
Author's note: Bear in mind that this is an alternate steampunk universe, so more than a few liberties are being taken with historical figures. British titles and addresses differ slightly than in our universe and, as in any reality, Americans can never get them right anyway! And all of this is just setting the groundwork, as it were, so the "good parts" are...
Back years ago, I'd discarded the 'burner' phone I'd bought. I replaced the battery in my own phone and turned it back on. As expected, there were a lot of text and voice messages from Connie, my ex-wife. But they weren't really what I expected, as time went by. The first two calls were full of screaming hate, when my ex-wife Connie discovered the divorce...
When I first met my boyfriend, Greg, I was at a spring ball at a local country club. It is a black tie affair and the women seem to compete with one another in terms of who can wear the lowest cut evening gowns. I went to the ball in a black backless evening dress. It didn't particularly accentuate my breasts but in the back it was cut to only a half-inch or...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
To Henry Tolliver, the screech of the tires hitting the superheated tarmacadam was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He didn't mind that he was in Atlanta, Georgia or that he was still hundreds of miles from home; he only cared that he was back in the United States, on terra firma Americana. After twenty-three months of enduring hell while serving in Iraq,...
The False Harlequin #1: A new trick There was something magical about the late night scene, it was like an intoxicating perfume that permeated everything you touched, saw and felt, all at the same time, as if it was an old lover that was always happy to see you, always ready to welcome you back on her arms, whenever you needed to forget the darkness of the s...
There are moments in life when genius strikes even the most average of intellects. Take the invention of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich for example. Despite its apparent violation of the laws of nature, and despite the subsequent arguments of conspiracy theorists, it was not invented by members of the Manhattan Project during their lunch break. We can...
Note: This is a true romance tale. Those seeking graphic sex should look elsewhere. Also, because I've submitted it for the Winter Holiday's Contest, please vote if you enjoy it. Thanks. * I had always wondered what it felt like to actually be in Times Square on New Year's Eve. For years, I had watched the ball drop from the safe, warm confines of my pare...
It was the low drone of the plane engines that woke her from her listless sleep. She had dozed on and off for most of the flight into Charleston. Partly because she was tired and partly because she had no desire to allow herself to ponder what it was she was getting ready to do. Now as the plane hummed beneath her she found herself face to face with the choi...