"If thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee." F. Nietzsche "Be wary of evil, lest evil may harm you. But be terrified of love, lest love may destroy you utterly." R. Maurice Oh Hell! First there was light. Then followed sound in the form of a rhythmic thumping inside his head. After a moment of confusion, during which his bra...
This story was inspired by the movie, "The Secretary," starring Maggie Gyllenhall and James Spader. The movie was reviewed for this site some time ago by SexyChele, who didn't like it. However, the short story that inspired the movie was reviewed subsequently by Decayed Angel who liked both the story and the movie. I would encourage you to watch the movie be...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
A few things: First, I was unsure if this should have been categorized as a romance or simply erotic couplings. I feel it is more of a romance once seen as a whole – and I ask your forgiveness if you do not agree with my choice. Second, this is a slightly different story than the others I have written. The love scenes are still hot, in my opinion, but they m...
Manson slipped onto the tour bus, his bag slung over his shoulder and smirk on his face, which was better for everyone because it was rather obvious that he was now in a much better mood than before. When Manson was feeling good, it didn’t necessarily mean that everyone else was feeling good, but when Manson was feeling bad, it was never good for anyone. He...
My name is Rebecca Young and this is the story of my life so far. I was born 31 years ago in a small town in Nebraska. My parents owned a small dry goods store that did pretty well until a Walmart was built in a nearby town. When the business began to fail, my Dad ended up working in the Walmart for minimum wage and my Mom did clothing alterations from home....
Chapter 53: The Death of a Friend The long flight to Sydney was physically comfortable and emotionally exhausting; we just looked at each other and worried. We hurried through controls and a driver was expecting us. He took us directly to the hospital where Jenny was waiting for us. She embraced Maureen and then kissed me for a long time. She was miserable...
CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...
------------------------------------- England's greatest detective is away in the Balkans and sexual blackmail is afoot in centre court. Can the good Doctor save Miss Maude Oakes from a fate worse than being beaten by the American challenger or will it be love all? ------------------------------------- It's often said that doctors make the worst patients...
Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...