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Death by fucking ch 18

I was in the middle of my favorite part of the day. I had my tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee’s pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion rising and approaching a peak. I was trying to decide how long I should drag it out. I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but never having. It’s damn sexy. To see my beautiful serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course, maybe because I do...

Death by fucking ch 07

Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would; I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only lover, the only man Donnie and I will ever...

Death by fucking ch 06

Dee Dee and I broke some of the news to Andrew tonight. We told him the short-term important stuff anyway. It was all he really needed to know to make a decision about us. Dee Dee and I have been debating about the rest. She hardly believes it herself and sees no reason to involve Andrew yet. But I believe it. And Andrew has to know sometime. But I'll respect her point of view and keep quiet for the present, I suppose. We dropped Dee Dee off at the Hyatt. She gave Andrew a deliciously...

Death By Fucking Ch 01

I talked to her long before I physically met her. The first time I talked to her on the phone I hoped her voice was reflective of her looks. I saw a movie recently where a guy got off of the phone with a woman he had never met and said that she was ‘audibly blonde’. When I talked to Deirdre on the phone I thought she was audibly fuckable. I’ve never had that happen before. I made a simple business call, asked to talk to someone who had called my office requesting me while I was out. I was...

Death By Fucking Ch 01

PART 1: Chemical Attractors: His Story There can’t be such a thing as love as first sight. That’s certainly impossible, regardless of what you’ve heard. People are mistaking love for lust. I believe lust at first sight happens occasionally. I’m an eyewitness. I talked to her long before I physically met her. The first time I talked to her on the phone I hoped her voice was reflective of her looks. I saw a movie recently where a guy got off of the phone with a woman he had never met and said...

Death By Fucking Ch 07

Chapter 7: The Next Generation Dee Dee’s Story Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would, I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew’s the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only...

Death By Fucking Ch 16

Chapter 16: Concerns of the Progenitor The Year Five Andrew’s Story Our little head-to-head confrontation with the government, fleeting and ethereal as it was, has finally opened my eyes. Emmy almost brought down the entire US government and she didn’t even try hard. I asked her to zap the A.G. and zap him she did. In the meantime she was still trying to hit the tennis ball closer to the net, training the puppies to be guard dogs, doing essentially graduate work in six different languages,...

Death By Fucking Ch 21

Chapter 21: Interactive Love Deirdre’s Story Our little girl has changed our lives. Something – hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery – has moved our relationship to a place we never knew existed. It’s what I suspected about our children all along. But I never expected it for my husband or my sister or myself. We long ago had recognized that the children ‘touched’ each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the...

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Death In The Family part three

It was the morning after Mr. Drake's funeral. It was really sad. I couldn't stop crying all night after we all went to bed. I loved Charles so much. He had always been so loving to me. He always gave me everything I wanted. I loved the way he treated me. He was so good.My name is Frida. I have blond, curly hair, and I am slight, with small tits that Charles always called perky as hell. I'm nineteen years old and I'm a maid along with my friend Geena. Our cook Hanna went to school to learn to...

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Death In The Family part two

Mr. Drake had passed away. It was sudden. He was only forty-six years old. I was rejoicing. I hated him. My name is Hanna. There are four employees of Charles and Dana Drake. I am the oldest at twenty-six. Next is Geena who is twenty-one, and then Frida at nineteen. They are both maids. I graduated from culinary school. I am the cook. Our gardener, Eric, is twenty-three and sometimes acts as a chauffeur. Mrs. Drake is forty-five and still quite beautiful.Mr. Drake was a bastard. When I was...

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Death In The Family part one

It was shortly after Mr. Drake reached his forty-sixth birthday. He had been a hard-worker all his life. He had provided well for his family. They lived in a mansion in a very good neighborhood. We lived in the richest county in the state and in the richest village in that county. He had spent little time at home. All of his time had been spent making money. He owned his own brokerage firm. I didn't understand what he really did for a living. I was twenty-three years old. My name was Eric. I...

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Death of the Hero

A Hero's death need not always be literally. As the old saying goes, you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villian. But in doing so a Hero is dead anyways. Gone are the morals and the justice. No longer are they a role model for the youngsters. Often they don't even maintain the same appearance or name. So in essence they are dead regardless. And this is one such story. Our Hero doesn't meet her life's end, but her no beginning as something not quite what she used...

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They watched him flirt across the restaurant. He was reaching for the girl’s hand, stroking it, and raising it to his lips as he kissed it. “That’s our girl,” said Frank to his partner, Vito. “You got her stuff?” asked Vito. “Yeah, right here.” He patted the bindle of cocaine in his pocket. They continued looking at the table across the restaurant. Three men sat there, and the one girl. The man they were most interested in was Dominic Sancocco. He was a high rated lawyer for a notorious crime...

Death By Misadventure Part 1

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. T S Eliot (The Waste Land) Northcroft-on-Heugh, County Durham April 17, 1979 Every Tuesday the evening meal at the Gladstone Hotel is exactly the same. A bowl of reconstituted Scotch broth so thin and colourless an enterprising drinks manufacturer would have no trouble advertising it as the latest thing in still mineral water is followed by a stodgy chunk...

Death By Misadventure Part 3

November 4, 1966 A furious argument is raging between the two groups of ten year old boys gathered on Farwell Field beside the ruins of Northcroft's thirteenth- century Town Wall. The dispute has arisen because they cannot decide where to play their long-awaited football match. If they use the area to the east of the tumbled limestone blocks, the team representing Hart Street school will have home advantage; otherwise it will pass to the squad from Throston. One or two of the less...

Death By Misadventure Part 4

It doesn't take a mathematician with the perspicacity of a Pascal to postulate that Neptune's Triangle has four sides. How the misnomer originated is a topic the residents believe is best left for students of local history to ponder; the only thing most of them know - or indeed care about - is that as the bronze deity surveys his watery realm from the middle of an open space less than seventy yards across at its widest point, too small for the council to dignify it with an official title,...

Death in the Dark Woods

Young, loud, all ponytails and shorts. Tan and budding, they looked fresh and inviting. I kept a good distance behind them on the trail, knowing that they were unaware they were being followed. I moved quickly and quietly, my thin frame adapted to this by years of hunting in the forest. It had been too long since my last hunt, and I had tamp down my eagerness as I tracked the group. The group split up, two girls went on down the trail and the rest of the group started down the loop, that...

Death Road

I would like to thank Zen Master for his help in editing this story. This story transpires in the year 1979, in the county of Palm Beach, Florida Murrr derrr, murderrr. The way the word rolled off my tongue seemed to fascinate me. Especially since that was the reason that I was sitting in the dark, on damp grass, with a gnarled cane pole in hand and I wasn’t thinking about murdering fish. I was planning to kill Bill Brown. My thoughts would bounce from the word to the question and back....

Death By FuckingChapter 10 The Next Generation

Dee Dee's Story Donnie spent the night with Andrew. I knew she would; I even set it up. I was interested to see my own reaction. Donnie and I are close as we can be, and I love her as I love myself. But can we really share the same man? And what about Andrew? Is it too much to ask a man to love two women equally? If any man can do it, Andrew's the man. His passion is boundless as the sea, his love as deep. He is a youthful romantic Romeo. He is the only lover, the only man Donnie and I...

Death By FuckingChapter 16 Sharing the Wealth

The Year Three Andrew's Story I've got so many balls in the air I wonder when they are all going to fall on my head. My business is going great guns. It's unbelievable what some simple little programming can bring in when applied in the right places. IAM has finally gotten off of the ground. I've built several websites for various people to access: different strokes for different folks. We are getting regular hits from twins all over the country, as well as more than a few male...

Death By FuckingChapter 24 Interactive Love

Deirdre's Story Our little girl has changed our lives. Something - hypnotism, magic, psychic brain surgery - has moved our relationship to a place we never knew existed. It's what I suspected about our children all along. But I never expected it for my husband or my sister or myself. We long ago had recognized that the children 'touched' each other with their emotions. Andrew calls it telempathy. But I must say that I was the first one of us to recognize the implications. I had guessed...

Death By FuckingChapter 26 A Lifetime of Love

The Year 50 Donnie's Story Old. I used to complain that I was getting old. But now I've been old seemingly forever. I sometimes feel very tired. Nowadays I often sit remembering. I've seen children and grandchildren, things I never expect to see. I have the love of a wonderful man. My sister still lives, still my other half. Who could have asked for a better life? I only despair that it started so late. I was all of thirty-five before my life really began. Still, today thirty-five...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 12

Bryant was on an airplane, headed to Columbia when the reality of the situation hit him. The young woman had overheard his conversation with the bartender and set up Mayfield. A guy like Mayfield could probably take a lot of ribbing but to have an attractive female question his sexuality would provoke a response. Her companion obviously knew how to take care of himself. He had risked an assault conviction to help him put Mayfield in prison. Jan was incredulous when Bryant had phoned her. She...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 17

As Bryant was racing down the streets in pursuit of Cassidy Bell, Jan Elliot was trying to track down an anomaly in her department. For months, there had been a line item in her budget for someone named Scott Lewis. She knew he worked somewhere for the city. She had received e-mails from him any number of times. But she had never met him and she couldn't seem to locate him. It took three wrong turns and twenty minutes of wandering through City Hall before Jan located a small office on the...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 20

The prosecutor had no intention of painting Ricky Currence as anything besides what he was: a convicted rapist. He had been transported from Mount Olive Correctional Facility in West Virginia, along with two West Virginia State Troopers, and he was being housed in the jail of a neighboring county (because Mayfield was being housed in Emerald Cove's facility during his trial). Currence shuffled into the courtroom along with his two handlers. The witness didn't wear a suit and tie or a...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 37

As Jan was having a showdown with the woman she credited with saving her emotional life Bryant was sitting across the desk from a fifty-year-old gray haired college professor. The man, Noah Lowry, smiled warmly as Bryant entered and offered a hand for the man to shake. Bryant took the hand as Lowry gestured him to a chair. "This shouldn't take long," Lowry said. "You've been through this before and I worked for the Miami PD for a dozen years as a consultant. So, why don't you just...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 41

"I don't like involving Cassidy in this," Bryant said as he and Jan walked into his office. Bryant sat at his desk and Jan sat across from him. "She's a civilian." "A lot of police agencies do it this way," Holly said from the doorway. "I don't care if they do," Bryant replied. "Surely we have someone in uniform who can play that part. It's only for a web chat. How clearly can a person see on a computer screen?" "A lot of computers are high-definition," Holly said, shaking...

Death Becomes HerChapter 2

It watched him. It had memory, now. Hours of memory. Had it ever had memory? Did it know what memory was? Had it even existed, before coming to the man in the snow? It couldn't remember. It stood, she stood, against the wall, watching the two talk. Watching HIM talk, sounds coming from his head. Sounds ... meanings... What was meaning? She didn't know. So much she didn't know. The furry creature frightened her. Frightened as only something in this strange world could. She could no...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 6 The Artefacts

Zinnia soon repaid my confidence in her abilities. She had discovered a document that presented Colonel Slade with the reason for having the appeal of habeas corpus refused. St Olave's is probably the oldest church within the walls of the City of London and over the centuries had been granted many privileges. In this particular case a Charter, from the time of Richard the Second -- or it may have been Richard the Third, I always confuse those two, allowed for 'miscreants and heretics' to...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 7 Ch acirc teau Blanchard

Krish had advised me, before we buried the the young Chasseur of the Guard officer, that if I intended disinterring him at a later date then certain actions needed to be carried out to prevent a rapid decomposing of the corpse. The first was to wrap the body in a tightly tied blanket, or ground sheet, keeping the material close to the corpse. The depth of the burial should be at least six feet, which would save the corpse from being disturbed by ploughing, or being dug up by animals. The...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 8 The return to Waterloo

I came down to breakfast somewhat apprehensive as to how Annette would welcome me after the comedy of errors in the bedroom. However, she greeted me brightly and cheerfully. “Good morning Jacques. I trust you slept well?” There seemed to be no irony or sarcasm in the question. “I slept well, Annette, and I hope you did the same?” She nodded, smiling, and then poured me a cup of coffee. Woody, who was already seated at the table, first looked at me and then at her, and a slow grin spread...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 9 Annette Blanchard

A warm beam of sunlight played on my face, and under its benign caress I swam slowly up from a deep sleep. For a moment I could not recall where I was, but then realised I was lying in the four-poster bed in Annette’s boudoir. It was the most comfortable bed I could ever recall being in. The thick luxurious mattress, stuffed with eider down, was both supportive to my body and yet comforting. I sat up. The pillow next to mine was rumpled, and on pulling back the sheet saw the unmistakable...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 19 Amaranthus Caudatus

The Dover mail coach was almost empty, allowing Krish and I to have seats inside with the only other passenger, a rather corpulent cleric, who must have dined rather well as he slept the entire journey. As the coach pulled away from the Red Lion tavern I reflected on the day's events. I had scarcely got out of the mail coach from Portsmouth when I had heard the terrible news concerning Woody. Two hours later, after collecting a change of clothing from the house, I had boarded the Dover...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 7

七 The drilling had stopped, thankfully, but I hadn’t slept in three days. After what I saw in my dreams, sleep wasn’t what I wanted. Sleep or no sleep, though, I was thinking there’d be more, more ghosts, worse ghosts, and that the ghosts were probably hungry... Lacking sleep left me both alive and dead. I felt like my head was slurry, wet and sloshy with cytoplasm. I lay in bed, supine, awake to the night, reading my phone in the dark, my room black as marble. A story popped up on my...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 22 New beginnings

As the carriage rumbled along the road to Lille I saw that Matilde was still silently weeping. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She snuggled into me, glad to have a comforting arm around her, and gradually her tears stopped. "I'm sorry to be such a melancholy travelling companion, Jacques, but I am already missing Blanchards, and Mimi and Chloe." "As do I, but we must look to the future. I know you will be welcomed in London, and in no time at all you will be making new friends." I...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 13

十三 I’d been friendly with Jim, the teacher who’d told me of the school’s history. He’d only mentioned it in passing, as we played basketball. I figured I should talk more with him. See what I could find out. Jim was a teacher who’d lived in America for a number of years, played college basketball there, then played pro ball in Australia. He spoke perfect English, with only the slightest trace of an accent. A soft-spoken, abnormally tall guy, he towered above most everyone, at 6’6, and had...

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Audition for a Knight

Aug 8, 2011 I tried to get this info into my biography - but couldn't. I've written a paperback book of three of my long stories that I normally sell separately at magselectronics.com There IS a great discount offered by the publisher, but only until August 12, 2011 If you're interested go to beastv.blogspot for details. I hope that you enjoy the following story. It's a lot different than my usual. Hugs Bea AUDITION FOR A KNIGHT By Bea The horseman appeared out...

The Knight

The Knight, from the novel ‘War of the Walkers’ A slow, steady alarm could be heard throughout the complex and the red flashing lights sensors warned every person that the jump team was ready to report to the laboratory sub station immediately. The scramble was chaotic. Meals were deserted, sleep was interrupted, and conversations ceased without proper ending as staff quickly piled into the waiting express elevators. Twenty-six floors below, the team leader awaited his staff. “Ladies and...

A Night With Knight

A night with Knight by Ronde To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Our chat last night I enjoyed our chat last night. Think the other guys did too, if their comments were any basis to judge by. Bet you got a lot of offers after I left the room, but hope I’m the only one who got your email address. Sorry that your husband doesn’t have much time for you anymore. You sound like a beautiful lady, and beautiful ladies should never be ignored. Wish I could do something to make you...

Heart of a Knight

Jonathan grunted as he pulled himself up onto the stone ledge, his light armour rattling as he steadied himself and looked into the mouth of the cave. Here it was, he thought to himself. The dragon's cave. About six months ago, the young man had turned eighteen. Ever since he was a young boy, he wanted to be a knight. He had grown up idolising them, those armoured heroes who would fight for the king, protect the innocent, strike down villains. Everything that a knight was, everything...

Girlie Knight

I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority’s instructions, and frequently called people names which they would not otherwise deserve. Fortunately, those same people had been understanding as Paul learned to keep his...

A Knight

The Knight scowled as he glared at the Succubus sitting before him. His armoured hands were bound above his head, the chains bearing an unnatural purple glow. "My, my, my..." the purple-haired demon teased as she leaned forward, her red eyes running down her captive's body. He was exactly what you would expect of a knight; tall, muscular, and clad from the neck down in metal. She had already disposed of his helmet, exposing his handsome, bearded face. "You're quite the catch, Sir...

White Knight

Carmine wiped the sweat off her brow with the dirty towel she was using to clean the table. Although it was nearly dark, the heat of the day still had its grip on the land. It was even worse in the dark, windowless inn where she worked. Grunting with the effort, she hoisted the pail of water and sent another splurge of water coursing down the long wooden table, sending several chickens flying out from under the table cackling and complaining loudly that she had ruined their meal of table...

Lady Knight

London, England 1275 ‘Who is that knight in red over yonder?’ ‘Too small to be a seasoned knight, must be a man-child.’ ‘Whoever he is, has won most of the contests today. Remarkable chap I say.’ Everyone in the jousting fields and stands were debating who this newcomer was, that has put most of the competitors to shame. The King has sent his man-at-arms to request an audience with the elusive young knight, that has sent even his cynical courtiers in an uproar. Aye, this is definitely worth...

Loving Rowie Knightly

Keri picked her blue running pants for today’s workout. She labored around the track at the end of the workout and was pleased with the slight tingle of fatigue that she felt. It felt good. She also like the way that she felt wearing the stretchy blue nylon workout pants, capri style. ‘Rowie should see me now!’ she giggled to herself as she finished the run and headed for the door. The running pants, pale blue and the white ones, were Keri’s ‘walk on the wild side’, as she thought of it. They...

A Day for a Knight

A DAY FOR A KNIGHT BY PAUL G. JUTRAS "So class, what kind of play should we do this year for the school?" Mrs. Green asked at her small little drama class. "How about one with knights on a quest," asked Paul who sat in a black tee shirt with white pants and matching jacket. "It would be one with magic and adventure in it." "Not to mention romance." Sally added. She always wore skirts or dresses and believed that pantyhose were a girl's best friend. "Paul can be the leading...

Black PVC Knight

Black PVC KnightIt’s a normal day, the hum drum life of a single mother. Another day at work, money, pay the bills, then home to k**s and cook, clean, homework then off to bed with all of us. Will this monochromatic life ever get anymore interesting. Sure I poke around on some fetish sites, use the usual kinky videos to masturbate too. Love bondage, Fem Dom, slave mentality really suites me as I’m mostly submissive female who wants to be used abused, but I also want to be worshipped for...

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Jason: "I want to be able to break any law or rule without fear of any kind of punishment or repercussion." Man: "Yes." Jason: "What must I do?" Man: "Pick two to suffer. One from your family and one that you've known for the last five years." I was blown away, thinking I was going to have to choose one to kill. I guess I should be happy that nobody has to die this time, but who was I going to choose now? There were actually quite a few people that fit the criteria he...

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I may look back on this year and say ‘that’s when it all started’. It might be the year that things changed just for me. Or it might be the year that things changed for the whole world. This might be the Year Zero. This could be our Genesis. Some future historians will look back and mark 2003 A.D. as the start of the new calendar, the third era of mankind. Naahh! If I talk to people about this they will think I am nuts. They already think I’m nuts, going from no woman to two women...

Death By Misadventure Part 8

An ear-splitting shriek, closely followed by the sound of breaking glass and a succession of thumps and clangs, all interspersed with cries of pain and language that would have raised eyebrows on a building site, ushers in Friday morning under the most unsolicited of circumstances. I sit bolt upright in bed, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I am as a girl alone in her room. Much as I hate to admit it, Suki Tatsukichi's self-defence lessons may not have been such a waste of time after...

World of Warcraft Mage and Death Knight

"Guards! Help me!" The woman screamed as she backed away. "No, wait, I...." Avith could hear the guards' heavy armor rattle towards her. "Dammit," she cursed under her breath, turning to flee. She slipped out the window of the inn, speaking a word of magic as she pulled a feather from her pouch, dropping to the ground lightly. Her green glowing eyes were of course easy to spot. She might as well be carrying a red flag over her head with her name written on it. "Guards!...

Blondie and the Black Knight

I’d been spending a lot of time in the Twomps, lately. Yeah, eastside Oaktown, where a white girllike me really had no business being. Only, I was cool, ‘cause I knew Twiman, and he made sure everybody knew it. Not that I was one of his girls, and I sure as hell wasn’t one of his gangers. You see, growing up off International, I’d spent more time couch surfing than I had at home. Me and my dad just didn’t get on, more like he didn’t give a shit where his youngest was. You might say the...

Lexi and the Arabian Knight

From reading the title, you would probably surmise that this story is about a beautiful woman and a dashing young or middle-aged guy from the Middle East. If you thought that, you would’ve been half right. This story does feature a beautiful woman, in fact, a beautiful young woman – my 18 year-old daughter, Alexis (I’ll be referring to her with the name she’s more commonly called by – Lexi). The Arabian knight in this story, however, is not so young or dashing because he happens to be 67 years...

Patchwork Knight

Then. A Rustic Village Does everyone remember their first crush with such clarity? Forgetting his is impossible, and if Greg Bartels were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that Amelia Collins is the standard by which every other woman that he will admire or date is judged, a standard against which he will find all those others lacking. He knew that he was not the only one who fell in love with her in these glory days of high school, and he also knew that he would look nostalgically...

Not Quite a White Knight Book 2Chapter 10 Stranger and the Knight

Saturday May 24 late morning and early afternoon Fort Zero At the office I really had to book some serious hours on the water rights. I got enough done so I billed 8 hours of work as 16 hours including “outside” time spent. Based on the work I could have listed more, but then I would have to justify. With my hours in I returned to my Fort. I did resume my habit of changing vehicles at the Batcave, I was going to be cautious. As long as I was at the Batcave I also stopped in at Sam’s office...

Deathbed Ch 2

Part Five I had no idea how long we had ridden the road. Hours, perhaps, or only a few moments that dragged out to eternity. Most of the time, I had kept my eyes tightly closed, cradled in the rider’s lap like a child, neither of us speaking a word. Slowly I revived from the spell he had put me under, but I was swept up in events and felt unable to influence my fate. All around us, the dark night pressed in like a conscious entity, the roar of the bike seemed to cut through a palpable...

Deathbed Ch 5

Part Twenty-One The rider’s face went stark white. ‘Bite yer tongue!’ he gasped. He surged up and vaulted out of the tub, water streaming from his thighs and genitals. ‘You ain’t got a *clue* who’s listenin’ to ya!’ ‘It’s only words!’ ‘Words mean a lot when you speak of things like that, darlin’! If they’re spoke at the right time, in the right way–or the wrong way! It ain’t just hot air. Believe you me!’ ‘Oh, that’s right–you got yourself into trouble that way, didn’t you? The bad boy with...

Deathbed Ch 4

Part Fifteen By all rights, the sun should have come up. I was sure that I had lain for hours in this bed with Deadman beside me, making love at wakeful intervals, sleeping now and then with his heavy body half atop mine as it was now. A long time had passed since I had realized what was happening, and in that time, I believed, I had embraced my doom. I had been right about the implications of sex with this man–I had passed to another state of being, utterly transformed from what I had been,...

Deathbed Ch 3

Part Ten I woke to the sound of a Harley some distance off and approaching. For a moment or two I didn’t know where I was. A dark room filled with an unfamiliar smell, a bed with musty sheets in which I lay naked. The side of my face was sore and my hip joints ached. The burn in my groin brought it all back to me in the next moment, and I sat upright, pulling the quilt around me. The kerosene lamp had been turned down or had gone out. The dogs began to bark in a howling chorus. Outside,...

Deathbed Ch 6

Part Twenty-Six “No–” I said in a strangled voice. “No, I’m not undead! I can touch holy objects!” My heartbeat pounded in my ears, another proof of life. What could the Bearer of Indictments mean? “Like these–” Deadman suddenly glanced at the cartridges I had been about to display, and I broke off and hid them inside my jacket. Aitch hadn’t missed the exchange, though I wasn’t sure if he had noticed what I was holding before I concealed it, his sharp eyes went back and forth between us. ...

Death By Desire

That afternoon she was alone in her dorm room. She took a plastic bag from the box of trash can liners she had boughton the way home and placed it over her head. Then she tied a scarf around her neck to hold it in place and lay on her bed to see what would happen. In a short time, she began to breathe faster, a sure sign that the oxygen was going. Sure enough, she began to feel strongly aroused. Her brests, already firm with youth, tensed further. Her nipples felt like soft pebbles beneath her...

Death of a Thumb

with apologies to Franz Kafka Vella awoke that morning feeling unusual. She tried to stretch but couldn’t as if her arms were just not there. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs were gone. She blinked and tried to look around the room but everything was larger, farther away. Suddenly she felt herself rising, lifting up and flying through the air. She saw what had to be a 200 foot tall mirror and then she realized her predictament. She was no longer herself, she was Salvor’s thumb! ...

Death and Cheating

The signs! Were they there or not? I guess they were but I didn’t recognize them or expected to see them. Or, maybe it was finding one clue at a time that didn’t set off alarms that there was something wrong. Nor did finding two, or even three wake me up. I was just another loving and caring husband and father. And since the signs were found innocently and by chance over a period of time they weren’t put all together until that sad night. Our lives together were more or less like every other...

Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt 01

The lights on Derby Boulevard shone bright, illuminating the busy city street. It was nearly eleven-thirty on a Saturday night and the place was jumping from the night clubs, the jazz joints and the late night cafes. The air was filled with noise, the music from the clubs, the laughter from the girls, and the shuffle of busy footsteps of the passersby. It was a typical night in a bright city I hated. The rotten, stinking city I inhabited, day in and day out, the city that chewed me up and spit...

Death B4 Dishonor

By Jax_Teller As a warrior race Kafleck knew when and where to be strong and fearless. He also knew there was a time for being a diplomat and a General to his clan. He was responsible for their lives and all that he could see. Kafleck was also very self-aware. He knew that a woman was a good thing to have and he had three of his own. The date wasn't known yet it was just a passage in time. A bigger world with communities and neighbors wasn't yet. This was a brutal world of...

Death Wish

Like I said I'm a pretty average guy, for the most part. I hit puberty early and I figure I'll only grow for another year or two at most. I'm 5 foot 7 and pretty skinny I weigh about 150 lbs and I'm pretty fit. My older sister Kristi is the stereotypical popular bitch at the school she is 16 years old and she's about 5 foot 2 with really pale skin and red hair, no freckles though, just like our mother. Our mother's name is Janice, I've had a hard time thinking of her as a mother for...

Death Province

My name is Mike O’Neil. This is the story of the day I died. Everything came to focus slow, a concrete room with one door and a table with tools. The door slowly opened, to which 3 soldiers walked through. The last soldier through spoke to the other two in Russian, I could only surmise that he was telling them to stand guard outside the door. After they left he turned around and walked over to the table and picked up a cork...

Death by fucking ch 20

Dee Dee’s Story We’ve only been together nine years, but it seems like forever. My life falls neatly into two distinct eras: Before Andrew and the Andrew Years. The eras are so different that I feel like a totally different person. When I was thirty-four, I was doing what I wanted, working at my chosen career and performing well. I was important to some people, mostly customers who I was assigned to help. But aside from Donnie, I had no friends, no lovers, no personal life at all. I...

Death by fucking ch 19

Donnie’s Story People in this country must think our family life revolves around sex, which is patently ridiculous. These magazine articles have only added fuel to the fire. First there was that hilarious Playboy article with the twin centerfolds. Then Cosmo comes out and suddenly my and Deirdre’s naked asses are prominently displayed in every grocery store in the country. That issue was Cosmo’s all-time best seller. Andrew bought three copies himself. And then the wretched man had...

Death by fucking ch 17

Helen's Story At the Tennis Court I sat with Donna and Deirdre Adkins, watching as the Progenitor played tennis with the prosecutor. I'm from New York, so I expected that these people would be less than cultured, living as they do in rural Georgia of all places. I guess I was expecting a hick town and a hick family. I was mistaken. The environment here is lovely. The house is a stately old mansion. The grounds are well-kept and open. The family is calm and intelligent. The...

Death by fucking ch 15

It’s obvious that if someone is after our children, they are probably after the other children of the next generation as well. Andrew is quite prolific. Before he is through he may well have another place in the Book of World Records. We want to notify the parents of these children. Andrew was reluctant to use email or telephones, since our calls and mail may be monitored. That’s when we learned of another of our children’s talents. I was with Elle, reading her a story. It’s an odd...

Death by fucking ch 14

Andrew's Story It's the database that's important. I'd taught the twerps to program starting when they were three. They are a whole lot smarter than I am. Was three years old too young to learn to program? I don't think so. I've done the initial system design, but soon I'll turn that over to them, too. Let's face it, when the brains were passed out in this family, I was last in line. Anyway their assignment recently was to build me a firewall. I've got a plan. It's a good plan...

Death by fucking ch 12

It happened one night. I had been going down on Dee Dee, giving her one of my patented ‘make her talk’ jobs. Because of her fragile condition (she is seven months preggers after all) I relented after only about fifteen minutes of gentle torture and got her off big time. Her screams could have woken the dead. But it wasn’t the dead she woke. I lay there with my head on her enlarged belly. She is incredibly beautiful pregnant. Her face is aglow. Her tits are sensitive, her skin radiates...

Death by fucking ch 09

We slept for hours on Saturday afternoon. We had all dozed off after making love for the first time knowing we could get pregnant. It never occurred to me that the act of sex can be so intensified by that knowledge. I don’t know when I’ve wanted to make love so much before. Well, Wednesday evening, the first time Andrew and I were together was incredibly intense. Actually, Thursday was pretty intense, too. I’m starting to sound like a broken record. Every time I’ve made love with Andrew...

Death by fucking ch 08

I'm not sure what I was feeling as we hurried out of the hotel restaurant. I just panicked when I realized what a fool I had been. I was rushing to a pharmacy to buy an early pregnancy test, but I realized the test probably wouldn't be able to detect a pregnancy after 3 days. I must be out of my mind. I turned to confront Andrew and Donnie who had been trying to catch up to me. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was running to get a home pregnancy test, but I'm sure I...

Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt 03

Hauling the body of her old man, I followed Mimi out toward the bottom of the cliffs behind Helmsley Mansion. We got to the spot where she wanted him buried and I proceeded to dig a hole while Mimi watched and waited. ‘Big and wide,’ she had instructed of the grave I was to dig. As I dug deeper into the ground, I couldn’t help but wonder if Mimi was up to something. She was quiet, silently watching me. What was she planning? A million ideas crossed my mind as I dug, but none of them seemed to...

Death is a Beautiful Blonde Pt 04

I was still holding Mimi in my arms, puffing on a cigarette, when she woke. ‘How long have I been asleep?’ she asked. ‘Not long,’ I replied. ‘Maybe twenty minutes.’ The sun was just barely beginning to set, casting an incredible orange glow over the ocean. Mimi stirred. ‘I’ve been thinking about what you said, Bam. About going to the police.’ I took a long drag. ‘Is that so?’ This was the first smart thing I’d heard her say. ‘Maybe you’re right,’ she replied. ‘Everything has spiraled so...

Death By Fucking Ch 06

Chapter 6: One of Us Donnie’s Story Dee Dee and I broke some of the news to Andrew tonight. We told him the short-term important stuff anyway. It was all he really needed to know to make a decision about us. Dee Dee and I have been debating about the rest. She hardly believes it herself and sees no reason to involve Andrew yet. But I believe it. And Andrew has to know sometime. But I’ll respect her point of view and keep quiet for the present, I suppose. We dropped Dee Dee off at the...

Death Brings Out Lover

I love making people as excited as me. Hearing someone’s breathing speed up and become short and ragged makes me want to rub my body against theirs. I love when you press up close to someone and feel and hear their heartbeat speed up until you think they will have a heart attack. Seeing someone aroused makes me aroused. When I am dancing for a guy and I can see and feel his cock get hard, I get so wet, even he can tell. And that works, because it makes them happy to see that they can affect...

Death By Fucking Ch 09

Dee Dee’s Story We slept for hours on Saturday afternoon. We had all dozed off after making love for the first time knowing we could get pregnant. It never occurred to me that the act of sex can be so intensified by that knowledge. I don’t know when I’ve wanted to make love so much before. Well, Wednesday evening, the first time Andrew and I were together was incredibly intense. Actually, Thursday was pretty intense, too. I’m starting to sound like a broken record. Every time I’ve made love...

Death By Fucking Ch 17

(c) 2003 by thebullet Note: This story contains quotes and paraphrased references from popular culture. The author uses these quotes and references because it amuses him to do so and because he has no life. I leave it as an exercise for the reader to identify any quotes that may have been used. If you are interested in learning what quotes were used, you may request a copy of the crib sheet by emailing the author. * * * * * Chapter 17: Dinner and a Movie The Year Seven Helen’s Story At...

Death By Fucking Ch 22

© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Chapter 22: The Quick Years The Year 13 Deirdre’s Story: I had to go into town to pick up something at the drugstore, so I grabbed Emma to go along for the ride. We have a rule in our house: no parent goes anywhere without being accompanied by an eKid. There have been rumblings over the years about us. We’ve heard them. We’ve read about them. We aren’t necessarily the most popular people in eastern Georgia. It’s strange to take a teenager along as one’s personal...

Death By Fucking Ch 12

Chapter 12: Children of the Damned This one’s for Shadowhawk, who is keeping me honest. Andrew’s Story Telempathy It happened one night. I had been going down on Dee Dee, giving her one of my patented ‘make her talk’ jobs. Because of her fragile condition (she is seven months preggers after all) I relented after only about fifteen minutes of gentle torture and got her off big time. Her screams could have woken the dead. But it wasn’t the dead she woke. I lay there with my head on her...

Death of the Salesman

Sara was a sexy little devil of a girl. She had dark brown hair and sexy dark eyes. She is about 5 foot even, 96 pounds (when she is wearing panties) soaking wet. I knew her from school. I had taught her back at Quantico. She excelled so well in the FBI environment. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t do. But then back in those days that is how FBI agents got recruited, for performance, intelligence, and skill sets: a four year degree and some snotty references and a doctors note as to why...

Death By Fucking Ch 20

Chapter 20: Empathic Feedback The Year Eight Dee Dee’s Story We’ve only been together nine years, but it seems like forever. My life falls neatly into two distinct eras: Before Andrew and the Andrew Years. The eras are so different that I feel like a totally different person. When I was thirty-four, I was doing what I wanted, working at my chosen career and performing well. I was important to some people, mostly customers who I was assigned to help. But aside from Donnie, I had no friends,...

Death By Fucking Ch 08

Chapter 8: Andrew gets a twofer Dee Dee’s Story I’m not sure what I was feeling as we hurried out of the hotel restaurant. I just panicked when I realized what a fool I had been. I was rushing to a pharmacy to buy an early pregnancy test, but I realized the test probably wouldn’t be able to detect a pregnancy after 3 days. I must be out of my mind. I turned to confront Andrew and Donnie who had been trying to catch up to me. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I was running to get a...

Death By Fucking Ch 04

Chapter 4: Andrew’s Story We had spent an evening of love and sex, Dee Dee and I. It was time for me to be off. We both have work in the morning. Oh, boy. Wonder what that’s going to be like? She was lying partially under the cover, one arm thrown carelessly above her head, her eyes closed and a sensual, lazy smile on her face. I could see her semi-nude form looking so warm and inviting and could feel myself stirring once again. I finished dressing and walked over to her bed, kneeled at...

Death In The Family part one

It was shortly after Mr. Drake reached his forty-sixth birthday. He had been a hard-worker all his life. He had provided well for his family. They lived in a mansion in a very good neighborhood. We lived in the richest county in the state and in the richest village in that county. He had spent little time at home. All of his time had been spent making money. He owned his own brokerage firm. I didn’t understand what he really did for a living. I was twenty-three years old. My name was Eric. I...

Death In The Family part three

It was the morning after Mr. Drake’s funeral. It was really sad. I couldn’t stop crying all night after we all went to bed. I loved Charles so much. He had always been so loving to me. He always gave me everything I wanted. I loved the way he treated me. He was so good. My name is Frida. I have blond, curly hair, and I am slight, with small tits that Charles always called perky as hell. I’m nineteen years old and I’m a maid along with my friend Geena. Our cook Hanna went to school to learn to...

Death Wish

Introduction: My first attempt at this…I got on a pretty good role and could probably add a few more chapters if you think I should. Look forward to hearing your thoughts. My names Jason Anderson and Im a pretty average 13 year old kid from Oregon…or at least I was until a couple weeks ago. My older sister Kristi said she would pick me from baseball practice after her cheerleading practice since she had just gotten her license and dad had bought her a new car. She never did pick me up though...

Death In The Family part two

Mr. Drake had passed away. It was sudden. He was only forty-six years old. I was rejoicing. I hated him. My name is Hanna. There are four employees of Charles and Dana Drake. I am the oldest at twenty-six. Next is Geena who is twenty-one, and then Frida at nineteen. They are both maids. I graduated from culinary school. I am the cook. Our gardener, Eric, is twenty-three and sometimes acts as a chauffeur. Mrs. Drake is forty-five and still quite beautiful. Mr. Drake was a bastard. When I was...

Death and a New World

> (( credit to chuck210 for helping me with the story )) Hey, welcome. Pull up a chair, glad you came to hear my story. Get comfortable because we're going to be here for a while if you want to hear the whole thing. What, no you can not bring in your snacks. I know how loud you are when you're eating. So I guess I should start at well.. the start. My name is Rath Cambson and this story started just the day after my 30th birthday. I was on my way to the store to buy things for dinner when...

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Death Do Us Part

Sometimes you never really know how you're going to react until the situation actually happens. I always read where everyone seems to have the answers but yet they are on opposite sides of the subject. I grew up in a broken home. Mom and Dad argued all the time and one day Dad walked out on us. I was nine at the time and I really didn't understand it all. I had an older brother and sister but they were now out of the house. He was twenty-one and she was nineteen, and they were both in college...

Death Note

You slump down in a seat in the cafeteria, waiting for the first bell to sound so you can start another boring day of school. With nothing better to do, you open the newspaper you brought from home, and are greeted to a sports headline. After reading through the paper for a few minutes, you find articles about a serial killer, an arsonist, and a women in need of expensive surgery winning the lottery. You think to yourself, 'There's a shit load of important news in this paper, and they opened...

Death of Purity

Amy was one of those girls that people looked past. She was well liked and respected by her workmates but no one really cared that she went home alone to an empty one-bedroom apartment at night. Her teeth were insanely crooked and her skin was left with the scars of chicken pox or some other childhood illness. The nose that graced her face belonged on the face of a man associated with either hockey or the mob and her hair was stringy, but I suspected that was from a lack of education on how to...

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