As the player moved up and down in concert with his chest he felt impatient, “when will it start?” he thought. He calmed himself inside his mind and began to wonder why he was acting this way. He had not even been able to hear a recording yet but the anticipation was so intense as if it were Christmas morning, Halloween night and the first time in love all wrapped up into one. He started to tell himself to forget this sillyness and then he heard it. Read more…
The trees streamed past, mile after interstate mile. Alan Ross had stopped paying attention. He just stared out the window of the bus. It was far from luxurious and it was slow, but it had the advantage of being cheap and that was what mattered. He had spent the last dollar in his pocket on a package of stale vending machine crackers at the last stop. Now his stomach was growling again. It didn’t matter of course. He was almost there. Read more…
“Can you help me?”
It was a question Marquesa was very accustomed to. As an attorney, she handled only a single field: divorce. She had elected to narrow her practice further still, taking only female clients. Even then, she only agreed to represent a small fraction of those who came to her desperately seeking her assistance. It wasn’t the woman’s particular reasons for divorce that concerned her especially. It was neither here nor there whether her husband was an inconsiderate oaf or a serial philanderer. She was unconcerned about who was in the right and who was not. Ultimately, only one thing really mattered… Was he rich? Read more…
Chapter One
“Marquesa”
Marquesa’s school was the first of its kind, a revolution of female progression in a world where “feminism” had become a lost cause in recent years as it slowly faded away into oblivion. In its place, an illegitimate and clandestine sister had materialized, her name called “female supremacy,” and she began to play her wicked games in the sub-terrestrial universe of tops and bottoms, fantasies and illicit storylines. Marquesa didn’t entirely approve of these games. Read more…
Brad recognized the woman sitting down the bar from him. He was impressed. She was even sexier in person than she appeared on the internet. He had caught her glancing at him a few times, and decided to make his move.
Brad gestured to the bartender. “Come here,” he summoned, pressing a twenty and a hand-written note into the bartender’s hand. “Buy the blond whatever she is drinking and give her this. Keep the change.” Read more…
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