Russian Roulette is an Immortal’s Game. Anyone who tells you otherwise either has a death wish or is just flat-out fucking stupid. I’ve been both, I know the type. So, when this bitch with beady eyes and greasy blonde hair came into the warehouse, everyone could smell the mortality on her like the sound of a pulse in a den of vampires. Not that any of us were that kind of immortal. Well, one was but he had his own blood d...
I pulled the last dregs of energy from the bottom of my weary soul and forced it out through my hands. They warmed against the chest of the frail, nameless child who was writhing in the grips of a fever dream. The miasma of sickness and darkening auras from dozens of stricken Normies overpowered the flickering fluorescent lights in the repurposed building. I had no idea exactly how many were laying on cots in the crowded...
It started out as a simple thought, and as all thoughts go, this one was pretty far fetched, even for me. My name is Tom Sloane. I’m a scientist, a physicist by education, but I work in renewable energy. It’s been my passion. The last fifteen years of my life have been dedicated to alternative forms of energy creation, and I think we’ve cracked it. I truly do. I run a pretty small business; at the moment it consists of a...
Hot guys with nice bunsAre always fun to look atFlaunting their bodies in the sunWomen love the gym ratsLove to see them sweatThey love their workoutsThey listen to their headsetsThere's absolutely no doubtTight bicycle shortsOutline of their dicksLove all of that supportThey can see their pricksHard on's at the gymHot sexy bodies aroundHot women looking primYou can see their moundsSmell of sweet sexAll over the roomThese...
Metamorphosis Your energy radiated Pine to pine A telekinesis from "yours" to "mine". Whispering your essence As I pass by Whilst moist needles blaze From sun-brilliant haze No foggy hindrance To aura remembrance Ye quality hue Visions of you As deep forest pleasure are mine. Such succulent ambience Metamorphosis measures Inner chrysalis treasures As born anew go I Through forested glen Secretive Quail covey My primitive...
Suggested background music - Depeche Mode - Sometimes / Fly on the windscreenThe front door steps of a wooden house in the depths of a snowy forest, or the very edge of a cliff, dangerously dangling over the crashing ocean waves as the setting sun paints them gold with tiny accents of wine red, or the alcohol and gas-fumes-drenched front step of some piano bar as the autumn leaves of the nearby birch trees gently fall by...
(Comments and suggestions are most welcomed. Thanks!)Rachel had invited me over for her house on the Friday night that I was in DC. I had a rare weekend layover and she was home alone that weekend.Duffle bag slung over my shoulder I rang the doorbell. She answered with a big grin on her face. She was wearing what looked to be a silky type of shirt but with no buttons. A v-neck pullover over with some kind of graphic desig...
