"He thought he was tracking her but was she just luring him?"
The HunterThe 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...
"The Lover's Reunion and Renewal"
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...
"Remember the small things can make a big difference..."
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...
"Police Detective Mia Baker is quietly hushed and transferred away from her beloved District 8."
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...
"Dinner, dessert, and initiation."
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...
"Off with a bang"
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...
“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...
"We'll never know"
“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 visiting a...
"The streets can be an adventure"
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...
"Can Detective Balls trust that Miss Honeypot is telling the truth or not?"
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...
