"Commander?" the voice said. It was compassionate and friendly, with a touch of mischievous humour underneath it. "Commander Burke . . . Come towards the light . . . It's not a mag-lev about to run you over." He felt distant and detached. His body was numb. Eric blinked a couple of times and the room came into focus. A doctor was shining a penlight into h...
Author's Note: This story was edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks and appreciation. Any errors are mine alone. Previously posted on another site. ***** Chapter 1 Meeting Georgette My name is John Carter Smith. As I write this I'm a recent graduate in chemical engineering and self-employed. I didn't have to be self-employed, but the job offers an...
Don't mind the spelling and grammar. School is taking up a lot of my writing time, and I didn't pass this by my editor yet oops. The book will still continue not to worry my lovey fans, thank you all for the lovely and emails I get from you all daily it helps a lot. *** Its official he's so close to losing his marbles, his sisters haven't left Sophie's s...
I've tried to upload files from my laptop, but for some reason they are not accepted so I've been copy pasting everything into the little box provided. There are some parts of text that should be italicized but can't with the copy/paste. Whenever my characters communicate telepathically I always italicize instead of putting into quotation, because they reall...
ARTHUR F. The smelly hood whipped off my face and I coughed, spat, and glared at the man who had kidnapped me. Or, more accurately, at the snarly mask he wore. Masque Macabre, thus far, was living up to the name. This mask was a special kind of ugly: Red and scowling, with a down turned mouth and a wild explosion of beard hinted at the fringe with carved s...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
All around, there was water. Water and fog. So... a lot of water. A lot of water. Alrek yawned and drew the oar back, dragging his little dinghy along in a lake that seemed to resist any motion he attempted across it. Fog rolled over his body and soaked his cloak in the chilly night air—and that cloak, and a pair of trousers, were all he was wearing. All he...
Author's Notes: All characters are at least 18 years old, except where stated otherwise. Jake, Amy and their schoolmates are finishing their A level exams. They'll be starting at university in September or October. Thanks for reading and please do leave feedback. ****** "Thank fuck that's over," said James as we headed out of our final maths exam. It re...
Don't Meet Your Hero LUCIFER I was in my usual black leather corset, black leather boots, black skirt, and fishnet stockings. Only now, my corset was pulled down to my ribs, my black skirt was hiked passed my hips, and my garters were digging into the fat of my ass as I was taken from behind. My full crimson thighs were spread in a "V," my supple glutes ri...
"So you're going out with Clint tonight?" Keri asked on the phone. "Yes, he's picking me up after work," Jen said. "You have to tell me who you think he looks like," Keri said with a laugh. "Who does he look like?" Jen asked not understanding. "Just call me after and tell me," Keri said with another laugh. "Hi Jen, I'm Clint," Clint said that evening as...