He was still, preternaturally so. Perched on the edge of the bed, his back ramrod straight as the silent ticking of the clock filled the room. “Samuel.” No answer. The man did draw a breath, hitched and barely audible. “Samuel.” The look in his eyes, flat and black, could’ve stopped someone’s heart. “Samuel isn’t here …
This was my rejected attempt for one of the entries for Smut Marathon. I scraped it so it sat in drafts. Decided to finish it today. – He’d taken to standing outside just before dusk. The beginning gray strands of night bled across the sky, slowly dimming the day. Stars would wink in on the …
“Forgive me, Father…” He knelt on the hard ground, the rough stone digging into his knees. Staring up at the crucified Jesus. “I have sinned.” Crossing himself, he shifted so he created more room beneath his robe. He tried to tamp down the thoughts that bubbled up. The peek of breast he’d seen as a …
Draft from 2014(!!). As part of the short stories I was writing inspired by the show titles of the Hannibal TV series. – His fingers slid under her skirt to press against her pink panties. Their table was empty, everyone else spilled onto the dance floor. When he leaned in, his mouth close to her …
Today I don’t feel like doing anything I just wanna lay in my bed Don’t feel like picking up my phone So leave a message at the tone ‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything Nothing at all The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars
“What do you got on our angel?” He’d taken to calling her that out loud. To himself she was his angel. Eight days in and she was haunting his dreams as he expected. She’d become less a dead puppet on a string and more of an ethereal being, an avenging angel demanding blood. His partner …
The sound of wood scraping across tiles greeted him as he stepped through the front door. The closer he got to the kitchen, the louder it grew. Something made him hover just out of sight of the open doorway, anxious as a moan filtered through the air to him. He couldn’t look and see her …
As she reared up over him, her hair draping around them like strands of dry wheat, her breasts bounced and flopped like low-hanging fruit. His hands itched to feel those round apples. Squeezing them so the flesh would bulge through his fingers. She’d tied him down though, preventing him from doing little else except watching …
“You got my package?” He leaned into the counter and watched as Hock brought the butcher knife down on a hunk of meat. “In the cooler.” Laying a few bills on the counter, he moved around to the swinging doors. He stood in front of the steel door of the walk in cooler for a …
