Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read at least Part One first though I recommend reading all previous parts. ***** Chapter Twenty-four Encouraged by my successful dream encounter with my coworker, Kim, I realized that I could probably just use the same template with other female coworkers rather than trying to come up with somethin...
The mist swirls about, shifting slowly through the darkness and dank greenery. Deep green leaves of the jungles heart reach out to capture me, tearing at my clothes as I run headlong through the tropical nighttime. They were just behind me. Chasing me. I dint know what they want, but I must get away. I round a huge moss covered tree and hands close over my w...
I had forgotten to close the curtains when I went to bed last. The sunlight woke me from my recurring dream about Lilly. I rubbed my eyes and crawled out of bed for a quick shower. As the water woke me up, I thought about my late arrival home after taking the night train from my summer camp job in Alberta. Even though I was groggy it had been a good choice...
He visits me in my dreams, touching me, tasting me, penetrating me, every night he makes me scream and writhe in pleasure while doing unspeakable things to my body and mind. Is he a man or demon? I've never really put much thought in to the supernatural but that's the only way I could explain any of this. He is tall, dark, and beautiful with the most pierci...
This is the third chapter in an on-going story about two individuals who are hunkering down before Hurricane Frances – an actual storm – passes over central Florida. Although not absolutely necessary, I recommend reading the first two chapters and then come back to this installment. The storm and its effect were real. As a Floridian, I lived through it. I ha...
Ch. 1 The wind was blowing in her face, the rain mixing with her tears. She didn't see the man walking toward her. She stood in the crowd on the sidewalk with the rain pouring down on her. Not aware of too much of anything. He offered her an umbrella. Numbly, she followed the man that was holding the umbrella. He seemed somehow familiar. Like in a dream. Wa...
It was light as I walked into the small room and took a seat in the lone chair. I glanced around and found it not to be as disgusting as I thought it might have been. I was not the first customer to visit this room, and I wouldn't be the last. But for this moment in time I was the only one here and it was my room to be used as I pleased. The full length win...
Michael Cannon settled himself into his favorite armchair which was sitting in the living room of his new house, looking around with glee... at the moment there wasn't much to look at considering that he hadn't actually moved anything into it other than the armchair -- and his bed upstairs in the master bedroom -- but that would start tomorrow. He considered...
All characters and events depicted in this story are fictional, and all characters are portrayed as being 18 years or older. Still haven't figure out why I have to say that for fictional characters, but there it is. Did you ever have one of those things happen to you that was so outrageous, so unbelievable, and so unexpectedly pleasant that you just couldn'...
In her dream, she heard the door of her apartment close, and the sound of his footsteps walking into the living room. She was waiting in the position he had instructed her in- in front of the couch, in the middle of the carpet. With the exception of the silk scarf that covered her eyes, she was completely naked, on her knees and sitting back on her heels wit...