This story is my version in the continuation of Riddick in Chains written by Moonscribe. Since it got so many good reviews, it was a shame to not write a follow-up. This is homage to the original story and the author. Some of the characters and places are copyrighted and owned by David Twohy, Jim & Ken Wheat and Universal Studios. No money is being made from...
His hand in mine, I smile up at him and say "Hi baby, I really hope you like what I have in store for you tonight." He's just gotten home from work. I knew he was tired and probably cranky, so I met him at the door with a glass of wine and a smile... that was all. Totally naked. His eyes lit up as he reached for me, but I pushed his hands away. "Oh no! N...
The clinic was an unobtrusive white stucco structure surrounded by gnarled oak trees on an obscure back road. There were several cars parked in front but it gave the overall appearance of being unoccupied. The smell of late summer was in the air, with just a hint of fall breezes - my favorite time of year. I was getting on in years and just started retiremen...
I always hated Valentine's Day. No, it's not because of the fact that I've never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month. And it's not because I don't believe in 'true love'; in fact, far from it, I'm actually something of a hopeless romantic myself. No, the reason is because the holiday always seems to bring out the worst in people. I've heard a...
Please read My Girls to know what is going on here…. And I know I can not spell...Don't read it if you don't like it!! Every one grew quiet as we ate our dinner. It was like we had became a little shy with each other as we realized we had crossed into an area that I was sure we had not even thought about. Oh I had thought many times about pounding the shit...
I was snapped out of my daze when old Bert shouted at me "get over here boy and help me pleasure this dirty bitch" he told me to pull the other sun bed over and then to lay Donna on it. I then pulled him up to his feet getting a smell of his stinking body. He could just about stand up on his own. He told me to help him remove his clothes so I lifted his ves...
Thursday started overcast and remarkably cool. I was happy to wrap up in Jeans and my cardigan. I confess that I had slept remarkably well and despite the change in the weather, I started the day feeling refreshed and remarkably alive. Somehow I knew this was going to be a very good day. I was so glad that Tom had fallen asleep when I arrived back to the ro...
It was midnight, and if the city slept it was certainly having restless dreams. In the darkness of the upper-class districts, adulterers and smugglers slipped along the edges of shadowed streets, unseen. In the markets, beggars and rats still cleaned the day's offcasts. And in the Pickaxe district, well... Upstanding citizens didn't have anything to do with...
II Todd Wakeman was on the telephone in his office, his fingers drumming away loudly on the desk; both Somerfield and MacIntyre could see he was agitated. He was trying to talk with someone, anyone at the Julliard School after listening to one of the clinical art therapists on the ward. She had heard the music earlier and watched from the corridor, and she...
It has been six years since my husband's death. I do not normally begin on such a morbid note, but I simply wanted to keep you from judging too harshly. My name is Aine. My mother named me after the Celtic goddess of brilliance, splendor and joy. In the Celtic mythology, Aine was a gorgeous fairy who mated with several humans to create a new race of men. I a...