Chapter Nine I am a gambling man and probably always have been. While I have only been a punter, in the conventional sense, for the past decade, it has become increasingly apparent to me that virtually my whole life has been left to chance. I have always stared death in the eye while completely disregarding life’s consequences - an outlook that has ultimately proved my undoing. I first crossed paths with my punting destin...
Chapter Five For the sake of variety, I ventured back to Slay Queens for a few days, just to cool off a little and dust myself down. It was a pretty hard fall, but not one I hadn’t experienced before. Like Forrest Gump, I was always running. Running to escape the hurt, erase the humiliation, and forget. The antidote was always the same too. The first woman I ever ran away from was Stacy, who remains the love of my life. I...
Introduction I have yet to encounter anything quite as exhausting or more brutal than trying to fall asleep on the pavement at the height of a Johannesburg winter. The benefits are few, and the nights are long, but for me, there is nothing more distressing than the extreme loneliness that comes with the territory. I actually envy the junkies on these streets because they all have something that binds them together. While...
I found myself walking barefoot along a jagged path, with walls of rocks to my left and a fiery abyss to my right. The heat which surrounded me was making my body sweat, with beads forming on my skin, making it glisten in the glow of the flames. I was wearing a long, clear satin gown that seemed to flow effortlessly, it moved with my body, so soft and weightless like a feather. My body was visible through the fabric as it...
Male’s Perspective: I had been noticing that pained expression in her eyes, that heartbreaking gaze that seemed to repeatedly lose its focus, staring into nothingness. Despite appearing content, there was an underlying disturbance that robbed her of serenity. It tore at my heart. Each time I looked at her, my discomfort intensified. I yearned to ask what haunted her, what stole her peace away. Yet, she consistently masked...
Chapter One My eyes floated over the gorgeous woman’s body as I realized the weight of what I had done. Whether the Boss allowed his wife to sleep around on her own time or not, I knew he did not allow his men to fuck her. I had heard stories of men being dried in concrete and dropped in the sea for doing less than what I had just done. And yet, I found my cock stirring at the thought of being inside her. Marlene was clos...
It all started innocently enough when I stumbled upon a box of my mother's old clothes in the garage. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to try a few things on. As soon as I put on a silky nightgown and a pair of lacy panties, I was hooked. The way the material felt against my skin and the way the lingerie hugged my curves ignited a fire within me. I couldn't believe the rush of excitement and arousal that wash...
Satan. A brilliantly beautiful virgin. Like an insect trapped in his cobweb of seduction, she can't crawl away from exorcism. Not when she has surrendered her heart, body, and mind to the Supreme Cambion. Not when her wrists and ankles are bound on the onyx altar, shamelessly naked, spread-eagle for the coven to witness. She squirmed under the dark shadow of his possession, dreading the release from the forbidden breath o...
July 1794 The Revolutionary Tribunal handed down its verdict: "Celine Reseau, we find you guilty. The sentence shall be death by guillotine." The twenty-one-year-old seamstress had pled innocent of the charges of treason. With no right to an attorney, she made an impassioned plea to be spared. Yet, the Revolutionary comrades overseeing her trial were not moved. Celine's journey had been on a tragic trajectory for two year...
"Stay put." His direct, piercing eye contact and gravelly tone made it very clear that this was a command and not a request. A first order masochist, I sat back down on my hard chair and embraced the stinging burn, while I waited for him to shake hands and dismiss people at the door. I tilted my head down and closed my eyes as the room grew silent. The door clicked shut and the soft swoosh of the descending window blinds...
I was taking quick peaks over my shoulders in each direction outside my cubicle walls between feverish strokes of makeup that I hadn't had time to apply before I left my apartment this morning. Another late night had left me short on sleep and thus short on time. Once I realized I'd turned off my alarm in a half-asleep still-buzzed daze, it was a mad dash to spray my wild wavy locks with dry shampoo and run fingers throug...
“Hi, you’ve reached Davina Faire… Please leave your name and number after the tone…” “Well, fuck it!” Stephen cursed out loud as he hung up and chucked his phone in the laundry basket. His fiancé, Phoebe, stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe and regarded him with a cross expression. “What the hell is wrong this time?” She sounded annoyed. “I’ve been trying to reach Davina since yesterday,” he explained...
Love seems to rely on self-deception. Relationships are for idiotic breeders. It’s all bullshit, if you ask me. People constantly lie to each other and stab each other in the back; they break their promises and break one another. Their infidelities destroy their “picture perfect” family, and their selfishness eradicates all the noble virtues of love. That’s why I’ve been single for so long. I don’t live my life with my he...
It’s been many years since I stepped foot inside a church, yet, there I found myself standing in the aisle of St. Louis Cathedral with hundreds of others. My faith had always been deeply tied with my family, especially considering my father was a preacher while I was growing up. Later, under circumstances unknown to me, my father turned his back to his faith. One day he was up in the pulpit preaching hell-fire and brimsto...
