“Starship captain?” Her smile was wide and honest. “Yes.” “A military vessel?” Demlin shrugged and pulled her hair gently until he found the right spot. “Precisely,” she hissed. Her head moved back with each pull of her hair. “Well, Captain Linda, it is an honour to have you in my shop.” He glanced at the mirror and briefly locked eyes with …
Nina smelled fear in the air. The crisp cold air carried it to her nostrils quickly, and she imagined this had to be what Leslie Nielsen felt in one of those Naked Gun films. A glance down at her rifle confirmed the paint-cartridge was cocked and fully loaded. It was one thing to ride Kevin, but it was quite another …
Author’s note: This is an excerpt from Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson, which will be available on Kindle June 17. Sensual overload. I’m not sure how else to describe Crimson Drake’s party. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like it. There were bodies everywhere and, being the reporter that I am I feel the need to mention that none …
The cage moved. It swung forward and back, almost to the beat of the tune wafting in from the overhead speakers. It was four feet from the floor, and the audience gave it a wide radius to avoid injury. The first time this had happened, Kara had been rather concerned. It had swung causing her to lose balance and crash …
Author’s note: Marie Rebelle was kind enough to let me pick this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt. This is my third attempt to write this piece as inspired by music…which is something my writing is always inspired by. This week also holds special meaning for me as tomorrow (May 11) marks fifteen years since the passing of Douglas Adams (Towel Day …
“You have any limits I should be aware of?” Ellen pulled Travis by the hand through the park. “Limits? Well, I don’t really want to get caught by the cops or anything.” “Yeah, that’s not why I do this either. I’m good being caught by others wanting to join in, but not being caught.” “No pain and no humiliation.” She …
Author’s note: I really don’t write enough humour anymore…I apologize in advance, and though the initial attempt was to take this week’s prompt seriously, I failed. They once said that the kiss of Buttercup and Wesley blew away the top kisses of all time. Hogwash! This is vanilla propaganda, at its worst. The best kiss, though. It, of course, happens only …
“Does age matter?” Veronique smiled at the mic in front of her. Her brunette curls fell down the back of her deep purple sweatshirt. Her black tights and slippers were not something that would be seen as sexy, but she was able to do this out of uniform. “In a sex club? Only with regards to legal age, after that, …
