These notes were intended to precede Part 01, but I made a mistake in formatting. This story began as a potential Halloween Contest entry, but grew too long in the telling, so I've split it into chapters. As those of you who have read the first installment know, there is no sex in Part 01. There is a little here in Part 02, and there will be considerably mor...
Judy made her way to the Community Centre in a less carefree way than the previous day. Her two extremes of thought played havoc with her mood. On one hand she felt angry by Ben's uncaring attitude, while at the other extreme her mind was filled with memories of the incredibly exciting illicit sex and how she had shocked her very self by not only allowing th...
Author's Note: I've never been majorly burned before. I don't know what it's like. I tried to do some research, but I could have always made a mistake. So ... if something isn't right about good old Duke Adurant's physical state, then ... sorry about that. Also, I don't know much about crime scene investigations, especially in universes where nobody knows wh...
Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses sure had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites...
Sunshine streamed through the heavy curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow and gently tickling her cheeks awake. With a languid yawn she stretched against the warm sheets, her body relishing the delicious tingles left behind by the seduction of the night. Oh and what a night it had been! Rosaline's sleepy eyes still lingered in her memories, so warm, cl...
Chapter I. Scene of the Crime Rob Anderson watched his wife of four years being hauled to the waiting Sheriff's Department cruiser in hand cuffs, hollering, screaming, cussing and trying to kick at the Deputies dragging her by the shoulders. She turned and looked at him and screamed, "You Needle Dick Mother Fucker, You can't do anything right. Not even die...
Thankfully, the trial was little more than a formality. I walked from the courthouse a free man, albeit a man with a heavy cloud over his head. I was cleared of the grievous bodily harm of my girlfriend by a jury of five men, four women and three non-binaries. The accusation levelled at me by the prosecution was that I had set out to purposely and maliciousl...
I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. I also thank all of my friends, who write to encourage and help me to continue writing and posting these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are always greatly appreciated. Clarification: Squaddy = generic term for a non-co...
Blown to pieces, a war hero returns home for Halloween. It was a Tuesday, just after 9am, when Brad heard about the plane crashing in the Twin Towers. He didn't have a first class until later and he was still in bed. His dormitory at Boston College was alive with people congregating in the corridors and in one another's rooms and they had already burst in h...