I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. - Job 30:29 (For Robin, who asked me to write a story about dragons, elves, and unicorns . . . . ) Melissa came awake with a start, her heart beating in great excitement. Her husband Tim had turned over in his sleep, tearing her from the world of dreams, and the transition was so jarring that she almost...
You will no doubt notice that certain words are intentionally left in lower case. It's for the same reason that Hannibal Lecter ate his victims; to show my contempt for them.* * Oh, religion. What a tangled web if there ever was one. I was born in the heart of the old South, where hellfire and brimstone preachers were as common as 57 T-birds and Sunday chi...
"She's a cow! A real fucking cow!" Prissy exclaimed, blowing smoke into the air of the pub where the wisping blue vapour was sucked into the smoke extractor. "I don't know why I stick with her!" "Me too!" agreed Cath. "My Jayne's so fucking uptight. All she fucking wants to do is sit in and watch telly." "So, you ditching her then, Cath?" Emily wondered. "...
My name? I cannot really remember, it's like a dark cloud shields it from my mind's eye. If anyone must call me anything then call me Bael. What am I? I cannot answer that either, my mind is unclear and everything related to my personal past seems lost to me, almost as though it were sealed away. What is my gender? This I can answer; I am both, male and fema...
To the reader: Some readers have been shocked by the extreme nature of this story. So here's fair warning: If you are the type who is turned off by fiction dealing with domination, submission, cruelty or the general exploration of sexual practices beyond society's norms, please don't read this story. All others, please enjoy. Day Thirteen – Reparations The...
Day 5 -- Inhibitions Jack smiled with satisfaction at the pile of papers on his desk. It had taken him only a few hours to wade through the stack of work, leaving him plenty of time to plan for the next few days. Just thinking about it quickened his pulse. He'd discovered something about himself last night, and he was determined to explore it as much as pos...
Picking up from last the last part, Jennifer goes to sleep after drinking her pee for the first time. She found it surprisingly okay at worst and even a bit sexy at best, but feared it might make her a bit sick. ////The Next Morning///// Jennifer awakes feeling refreshed and happy that last night's experiment did not make her sick at all. Sweet, she think...
The electronic lock released the door latch with a loud click. Eric smirked and put the rigged key card into the breast pocket of his close-fitting, black jacket. Without the correct access codes the state-of-the-art security system should have barred him from entry; but fortunately for him, the manufacturer did not take the security of its own computer netw...
Note- Next up in my series of a young Miss Moneypenny. Just my homage to the great secret agent stories of Ian Fleming. Lois and Sean as Moneypenny and Bond naturally. xxx London, 1951. "This has to be the oddest idea I have ever heard." Miss Moneypenny sat across the heavy desk as she watched M adjust his ever present bow tie. Alongside her was an older...
"Okay, I'll bite. I'm still a little confused about what happened last night after I blacked out, but I can talk this out over breakfast, guys. You're all my guests, if you're hungry and want some yourselves," I offered anyone who wanted to eat a chance at my expense. "Ah, don't sweat it. I've covered the whole thing last night and this morning. I took over...