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Blood Red Roses

What a Date - Stalking, Kidnapping, Killing!

Head of Security for a film studio in Hollywood sounded like a walk in the park compared to what Nathan Campbell had been doing. The gritty world of espionage working for the government had taken its toll and he was glad to be doing something more relaxing. His first day in his new employment also has an added bonus, he found out the famous model Jodie Adams is making her film debut playing a supporting role in a new scie...

11:00 o’clock. Tick tock. I was never quite sure if she knew about the cameras I’d installed. Sometimes I thought she might and was playing her own game while I played mine. Playing the innocent unsuspecting victim of the pervert next door. The way she flaunted her blatant sexuality as if to taunt me made me wonder at times. Eventually, though, I came to realize she wasn’t smart enough. She was simply just another slut, c...

“That’s it, I think I’m finished!” Eunice squealed to herself as she held up the makeshift doll in her hands, admiring her work. It was a few weeks ago when Eunice came home to find the book wrapped in brown paper sitting on her doorstep. Thin hemp rope tied the package together with a little-folded note attached.  ‘What lengths would you go for the one you want most?’ She knew it had to be fate, some cosmic twist the uni...

Behemoth Part 1

Behemoth has come here for one reason: revenge. Lu doesn't know that she'll be the one to pay up.

Bitch knows how to cook. Lowering my fork back into the Tupperware container, I jab it forward, forcing a carrot and a beef chunk against the plastic sidewall. I swipe them to my mouth. Chewing, my bent elbow propped over the open door of Lu's refrigerator, I look around me. Leafy vines droop down from perfectly aligned flower pots on a shelf above the kitchen sink. Ivory taffeta curtains, the same shade as her skin, line...

Panopticon

How does one write a porn story about the surveillance state?

I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most.My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure nothing bad happens. Security. Of course, nothing bad ever does happe...

Animus

He has his eyes on her, and he's going to have her.

He watched her with furtive eyes…the eyes of a calculated man. She came to this bar every night around the same time, and every night she looked woefully out of place in her delicate blouses, shapely business suits, and long legs perfectly complimented by expensive black heels. She ordered a scotch and soda religiously, to the point the bartender, Sonny, had it waiting for her when her bottom, firm and beckoning, finally...