The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax. "Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns." He eyes each of...
My first thought of the day is of Damian. How I have longed for this day ... to meet a man so special he is my waking thought! I feel his warmth. Snuggling back against his heated body, spooning, I replay the night before in my mind. We made love. And it...
I feel the warmth on my face and awaken, squinting at the sunshine streaming through the window. Upon fully opening my eyes, I find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It isn't an ordinary bed though - a canopy adorns the bed with pale silks cascading to the flo...
The Hunter The hunter was moving quietly through the woods, searching for signs of deer in the area. He needed this hunt to feed himself for the winter. As he moved, he became quite aware of the sound of something moving in the water. Thinking he might fi...
A Night in CalabriaMelissa felt that old surge of excitement and anticipation which electrifies her body as she dressed for an encounter with I Desire. The Great Goddess Aphrodite had whispered to her to come back here to Calabria, to Pizzo on the Costa V...
The butterfly effect is the idea that small things can have non-linear impacts on a complex system. In other words, small events act as catalysts for starting conditions. The concept is imagined with a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a typhoon -...
That fateful night, the boldest and fearless of her soon-to-be ex-colleagues had seen her off, with a discreet gathering at a local watering hole, a known hang-out to the force. There, at ''Our Boys in Blue'', a dimly lit, seemingly seedy dive bar, neatly...
The kitchen was through another short hallway, this one dotted with a few doors behind which there were all sorts of erotic noises we could hear. Moans, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, whimpers, and screams. Max’s hot body holding me to him and his eyes...
The door swung open almost immediately, and an attractive half-naked guy ushered me in. He was definitely younger than me, with a barely out of high school look about him. He shut the door behind me as I stepped into an empty foyer, which seemed to double...
“More chocolate cake?” She raises the knife and waggles it, the razor-thin blade catching the light. I glimpse my reflection as I gaze into the gleaming steel and smile. “Oh, no,” I say, pushing aside my dessert plate, cleaned of every last speck and cr...
“Those books and letters are fascinating. My grandfather must have died close to here.” “Yes, he does describe our ancestral farm, as mentioned in my grandmother’s diaries.” “There’s also that cryptic notation in the letters and in the diaries about visit...
She was always there. Day after day, at the same time, at the same street, and walking the same confident way. Her strides were long; her back was straight; her long brunette hair was either in a ponytail or swaying about in the wind. She oozed class and...
After a rather harrowing, yet titillating, interview with the decidedly conflicted Father Bottomore, I was left with more questions than answers. While I couldn’t rule him out entirely as a suspect, his story certainly rang true. I would need to interview...