New story coming along nicely I should have maybe have the first few chapter proof read in the next few days and I will post them here.

Circles and Keys

I never believed in monster or witches and all that crap...That was until I meet her. Frankie. She was a little goth girl. Well, I guess not goth. It's funny how you can confuse them. I mean, goth, emo, and Wiccan. They all dress in black and never get enough sun, but she was cute. I liked the way the girls looked.

Life was pretty normal until the day she approached me. I had seen her at school and checked her out every time she walked by, but never talked to her.

But that all changed near the end of the school year. The weather was warm and classes were wrapping up. I was going to head home soon, back to my sad home life. in the most boring little town in the world, to work a summer job in the local supermarket.

But that day, Frankie came over during school. She smiled and kinda looked to the ground quickly. “Hey, Jack, right?”

“...Yeah,” I answered.

“Can we meet after school today? I need to tell you something. Meet me down at the cove, okay?”

“Sure,” I said.

The rest of the day was normal. I went to class, talked to some friends, made plans to meet up with them later that night, but did not tell them about Frankie. I mean, she did not fit in with my crowd, and I did not really fit in with hers.

 Like I said though, I thought she was cute and I wanted to get to know her.

 When class was over, I went down to the cove to meet her.

It's funny, there are like ten coves in town, but I knew which one she had meant.

She was already there when I got there. She was dressed in a long black jacket that covered her body. Her skin was pale but smooth. Her lips were lipstick black. She looked cute.

I walked over and smiled. “So, what's up?” I asked.

She looked down to the ground. “I had a dream about you last night,” she replied.

“A dream about what?” I asked. Maybe a sex dream, that would be great! Maybe she wanted to act it out with me. I thought to myself.

She looked up at me her big green eyes were cold and looked scared. “There was a key and circles, then you. Does that mean anything to you?” “No, is that some kinda of goth come on?”

She giggled. “Goth? Who said I was goth? I mean, I like some of there music, but I am a Wiccan.”

“Wiccan? I thought those were chicks with hairy legs and armpits. They would dance all day around the fire and smoke dope...”

“No,” she smiled. “Those are hippies.”

I felt dumb for a second, but she smiled and all I could think of was her smile.

“Well, I have no clue what your dream meant. Not sure what I can do,” I finally said.

“Me neither, but it seemed important. Something bad is going to happen, if we do not figure it out.” Once again, she seemed to be afraid .

I looked at her. "Bad? What like a curse or something?”

She shrugged, “I could see where in my dreams you were. It was here, in the cove and you were screaming in pain.”

“Well, that does not sound good, but it was just a dream. I'm sure nothing is going to happen. Look, show me where in the cove it was,” I reassured her.

She looked at me hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am not afraid.”

“Then I will be for the two of us,” she said.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Let's just take a look. It will be okay.”

I thought she might be nuts, but she was cute and she really was scared and I wanted to see if I could help.

We walked down the cove to a small cave.

“It was in there,” she explained.

“OK. Let's check it out.”
The kids in town, and by kids, I mean me too, used this particular cave to make out. It was safe. Maybe that was her plan all along, to get me here and have a little sex with me. Sounded good to me. Maybe she is a little freak.

We walked into the cave. There was a small firepit in the middle of the main area and beer cans littered the floor. It smelled of the ocean and stale beer. Not a great combo, but I was used to it. We used to party in here all the time.

“See? It's safe. I told you. All good.”

She smiled and the stared blankly at the wall. I looked at what she was looking at. There was a circle on the wall, painted in a red that almost looked like blood.

“That's the circle,” she said.

“Maybe you've seen it before and it just showed up in your dream. I mean, the walls are covered with graffiti.”

Sex words and strange symbols that I had never put much thought into before. The symbols were all red like the circle.

“Well, anyway, there are no keys, so I guess we are safe,” I smiled.

“Yes, there are,” she said lifting her head up and staring at me with bright blood red eyes.

“You are the key.” Small fangs appeared as she opened her mouth to speak.

I jumped back, but it was too late. She was on me before I could move. Her long claws dug deep into my skin and ripped through my flesh. The pain was too great for me to do anything but scream. I could feel her tongue thrusting into my wounds that she had made. She lapped at my blood. She ate my flesh.

Then, just when I thought I was done, that I could not take anymore, she stopped. She stood up and walked over to the circle and traced it with my blood. She said something, but I did not understand it. I was getting weaker now. I was fading away.

I could smell some thing strange and a hot light filled the room. Frankie moved over to me and said, “Sorry to do this to you, but it's only your blood line that can open the door, so I can go home. Thanks sweetie and by the way, I did have many sex dreams about you. You should have talked to me sooner. I would have rocked your world.” She smirked and walked out of sight.

The light died down and the room cooled off. I could still not move and the blood I had lost was too much. I will be dead soon.

Like I said, I did not believe in monsters before her.

Welcome

She stands staring out the window that overlooks the backyard, watching the setting sun when the sound of the doorbell brings her attention back to the room. Oh, it must be John, she thinks to herself. She moves quickly to the front door and thrusts the door open.
“Oh, your not John,” she says. Standing before her was a short, bald, husky man. He looked up at her and said, “No. My name is Norm.”
“Sorry, I was expecting my husband, John.”
“I could never be so lucky. Miss.” Norm paused waiting for her to introduce herself.
“Oh, sorry. I'm Terry Albert. I mean, Dossey. I'm just married, I need to get used to my new name.”
“Congratulations, he is a lucky man,” Norm replies.
“Oh, thank you! Can I help you?”
Norm looked up at Terry, his bright blue eyes catch Terry off guard. “Yes, Miss Dossey. May I please have a minute of your time to show you the latest thing in home décor?”
Norm reaches behind him and pulls forward a large suitcase.
“Well, I don't have much time. I am cooking dinner for my husband and he has asked that I don't let anyone in the house, because of the horrible attacks the past few nights in town.”
“Miss Dossey, you are in luck. What I have to show you goes right here on your stoop and it will only take a second of your time.” Norm snaps open the case and pulls out a small woven blue and green carpet. Embroidered on it was the word Welcomein black.
“What is it?” Terry asks.
Norm smiles, “This is a beautiful, handcrafted work of art. It is made from the finest wools from my home country of Romania. Made by the children of the Orphanage in my home village.”
“Oh! It is beautiful! What do you do with it?” Terry asks.
“You place it on the stoop, here in front of your doorway and it warmly welcomes your friends and neighbors into your home. But that's not all! When Mr. Dossey works in your lovely yard, he can wipe his feet on it so he does not track dirt into your clean home, and let's not forget the children, after playing outside all day!”
“Oh, we don't have any kids yet.” Terry interrupts.
“Well, I am sure you will have many lovely children,” Norm replies.
Terry smiles, “I hope so. But I am not sure I can afford such a nice...” Terry searches for the word.
Norm interrupts, “Did I mention that $1.00 of the $2.00 cost goes to help the children?”
“$2.00? Well, that is reasonable, and it helps the children!”
Norm grins from ear to ear. “Yes, a good deal indeed and the children will really appreciate the help.”
“Hold on. I''ll get my purse.” Terry quickly walks back into the house and returns with $2.00 in hand. “Here you go,” she says.
Norm smiles and hands her the mat. “You just place it right there, in front of your door.”
Terry puts it on the floor right in front of the door. She smiles, “I like it. Thank you, sir.”
“It has been my pleasure. I hope you and your husband have a good night and good luck with your new life together.” Norm turns and walks quickly toward an old beat up car. Terry watches as Norm gets into the car and drives off.
Norm looks back at her and for a quick second Terry is fixed on his face, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow. As the car rounds the corner, Terry snaps back. Oh, dinner! Terry closes the door and heads back to the kitchen, where she busily works on dinner. Time had passed and still no John. Terry sat at the table looking over her dinner as it gets cold. She cleans the table off and put all the food in the refrigerator and heads to the front window to peer out to the street. The sun has set and there is an eerie glow from the streetlights. Terry thinks to herself, Where are you John?
Two hours pass and Terry sits on the couch and still no John. She moves upstairs to their bedroom and slips into her sleeping gown and crawls into bed. In a short time she falls into a restless sleep.
The creak of the door opening wakes Terry up. Oh thank god John, Terry thinks to herself . She gets up and heads down the stairs. As she reaches the bottom of the steps, Terry calls out, “John, why are you home so late?”
That is when her eyes meet with a familiar face. “Oh, Norm. What are you doing here? Wait. Why are you in my house?” Terry shouts out.
Norm answers quietly. “You invited me in, Terry.”
“No. You had better leave. My husband is home and he will not like you in here.”
“Terry, please, you know he is not here and he will not be here. But it is okay. You will not be sad long.” Norm quickly moves toward her.
3 months later 
A young lady kisses her husband goodbye. “Have a good day at work!”
He smiles, “yes dear, you have a good day, too.”
She watches him drive off and waves goodbye. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a beat up old car parked just up the road. The young lady thinks nothing of it and closes the door. A few minutes later, she comes back out with a broom and sweeps clean a beautiful, hand crafted, wool welcome mat .

A new new Project

For some reason today I was over taken by a new story Idea and can not stop writing it I am excited to see where it goes.

 

The Proof reader hard at work

Two of my shorts are being proof read and edited right now and should be up soon Proof reader hard at work on my stuff

snipit

My day started like and other it was a gay morning I enjoyed a cup of coffee with the love of my wife wile I rolled my daily allotment of fags oblivious to the Queer events that wold revival them self to me that day the unholy horrors that would make a sane man made and a made man suicidal.

My new project

I started a few weeks ago working on a longer story never been good at fleshing out the little bits in the middle to make a longer story but this one is coming together and I thing it is going well. I have been working on the out line and taking chapter notes. I am hoping that in November during National Writing Month I can write it up. I may post chapter here as I go.

One last night stand This is Rated R

Her words were ringing in his head now. "Just stay the night" she
pleaded, but he could not do that. He did not want to give her the
wrong idea. It was just a night of sex, he had no feelings for her. He
left her then, hoping that she was not just using him for sex as he
had done to so many others before her.
He walked home to his penthouse overlooking the city and grabbed a
beer out of the fridge, sat on the couch, and turned on his big screen
television. He hit the play button on the answering machine. It was
the normal stuff, random girl calling, Love you, Miss you, hope to see
you again... It all meant nothing to him.
He picked one at random and called her up. "Hey babe!", he would say.
That way he would not have to remember their names. "Why don't you
come over and chill with me?" That was code for sex, and he knew she
would come. They always did. They loved him, he was beautiful and he
could make them feel that way too, but it was all lies.
It was not that he liked sex as much as he just needed it. He would
usually forget how it felt right after he was done. It was like a drug
for him. He took and took from these girls and they loved it. He made
them feel like a goddess while he was with them. There were ones who
wanted only raw hot sex, and he gave that to them. Others liked it
slow and sensual, and he gave that to them as well. He could tell what
they liked right away, and as soon as he met them he would store all
their love and passion inside, holding on to it, but it was never
enough. It was a hunger that fueled him, He needed more and more. All
were either married, or had boyfriends. That way, they would not mind
him leaving when it was over, and they would sneak out late at night
sometimes to come over and do whatever he wanted.
The elevator doors opened and a beautiful girl stood there. Well, they
all were beautiful to him. She was smiling and walked over to him,
dropping her handbag on the floor. Her dress fell open slightly,
revealing black lace undergarments. She stared into his eyes, face
full of lust, her breasts heaving with excitement for him.
He got up and walked over to her, and she undid his shirt and began
kissing his chest, getting more excited by the minute. He tasted like
honey, or chocolate, or whatever her favorite food of passion might
be. She kissed him all over, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning his
pants as she pulled out his cock and began to suck it, moving her
tongue all over it. He could feel her heart beating faster, he could
smell her pussy juices flowing, he wanted to taste her, he needed to
taste her. He pulled her up off the floor and led her to a large bed
and removed her panties, dropping to his knees and moving his tongue
into her cunt as he drank of her juices. He could feel her writhing in
pleasure up above him.
She was begging now for him to fuck her. She screamed, "Take me now!"
"I want to feel Your cock inside me, I want to feel you inside me
now!" He climbed on top of her and began to move in and out of her,
his hard cock playing in her cunt, her juices all over it. She turned
her head to the side, biting her lips trying not to scream, but she
could not refrain. She screamed out, "Oh god!", "Yes, yes, yes!"
He could feel her fears about coming over wash over her body. He could
see her kissing her kids good night, her husband passed out on the
couch, a can of beer next to him as she slipped cautiously through the
door.
This was what he loved. Making them lie and betray their loved ones.
He could feel all this as she let herself go, he could feel her spasm
over his cock as she came, and with it all the lies and deceit she
used to get her here tonight. The times she told her husband that she
was going out with friends, but was instead coming here for this, and
just when he could not take it any more he came. Deep and hard, it
flooded her pussy, her eyes closed and he rolled over on the bed, covered in
sweat as his cum dripped out of her cunt. He knew at that moment that
she was going to be pregnant this time. He had gone too far. He had
always pulled out before like a trained solder, and he would cum on
their face or their breasts, or his favorite; cumming up the ass of
some young, newly married girl that he had corrupted into coming over
and cheat on her new husband.
But this time was different. He felt weak and sleepy. She got dressed
and left. The same old story, "I have to get home before I am missed!"
He smiled and didn't even watch them leave. They meant nothing to him,
just their action, their lies, their sex.
He fell asleep that night, and for the first time in his life he was
uncomfortable about the situation. He was having trouble getting to
sleep, and he realized that he was worried about something.
There was a stirring late in the night that woke him. He looked around
and could see something in the corner of the room. "Who's there?", he
asked. A sweet, almost musical reply floated across the room. "It is
time my love!". A beautiful woman stepped from the shadows, with long
flowing black hair and large green eyes that seemed to glow in the
darkness. She was covered in a thin, light dress, and in the moonlight
he could make out her firm breasts and tight curves. She was
breathtakingly beautiful, the most stunning thing he had ever seen!
"Your time is come" she said. "What?" "What do you mean?" "Who are
you?" he asked. "I am the one sent to collect you and bring you to the
master", she replied. "The master?" "What are you talking about?", He
asked.
"Crazy", he thought. He had imagined eventually one of them would snap
and do something like this. But surely he would have remembered her.
You have had your fun, and tonight you made a new one so you must come
home now, you must be full of food now. As her voice sang to him his
cock hardened. "Food?, what do you mean?", his voice cracked and
stuttered. She moved closer and climbed onto the bed. For the first
time ever he wanted to feel sex. His mind was spinning, he wanted to
tear off her dress and pound his cock into her cunt. He was out of
control. He could feel her all over him. "Do you want to fuck me?" she
said. "One last earthly pleasure before you meet the master?" "It is
the least I can do for you, my brother". He could not stop himself. He
knew it was wrong, but he had to fuck her.
They rolled around on the bed and fucked for hours. They could feel
all the vile things they had done to their other lovers. The lies, the
pain, the families left behind. He was lost in the swoon. It was like
nothing he had experienced. She tasted all the women's lives he had
destroyed. He tasted the essence of the men that she had broken. Each
one was like a tiny orgasm, each one of their sins made the other
reach a climax. Juices of passion flowed out of them until they were
soaked. Every single face they destroyed made them shiver in pleasure,
and when they were done and neither could take any more the darkness
engulfed them.
"It is time", she said. "Time to feed the master.."

To Beat a God

The poems of his valiant deeds were sung throughout the halls of Asgard.
He had already gained a seat in the Great Hall. He was to be a leader of immortal armies.
The Gods themselves spoke his name. His wisdom and cunning was the stuff of legends. It was said that he could face any changes and prevail.

With him leading the immortals, there was no way they could lose in the coming  battle of Ragnarok. This caught the attention of one God who became jealous that this mere mortals cunning and intelligence were being spoken of so highly.
So he set out to prove that no mortal could be as smart as a God. Sitting under a large oak tree on a hill, overlooking a farming village that he had designed, young Ragnor Haakonson was pondering how to increase the crops yield.

As he looked over the fields, there appeared before him a tall, thin man, pale skinned with flowing brown hair. He spoke. " Hello Ragnor. Do you know who I am?"
Ragnor stood and faced the man. "Of course.
You are Loki." He was surprised that a God would appear to him, let alone know his name. "I am Loki and I have a challenge for you," the man said.

 Ragnor looked at him in confusion. "A challenge?"
"It is a simple thing," said Loki.
"Come up with a task, any task, that I as a God cannot complete and I will give you all you desire.
 Fail this and I shall take your wisdom and cunning."
"I must come up with a task you cannot complete?" Ragnor wondered aloud.
 "Yes," said Loki.
 "But I shall allow you three questions first. Come, it should not be hard for a mortal of your intelligence!"
"Very well," said Ragnor.
 "But I do not need riches.
 I accept for the challenge itself I cannot turn away from." Loki inclined his head. "Then you may ask your questions and choose a task.
" Ragnor took his time. He remembered that Loki was the God of trickery and so asked, as his first question, if Loki would promise to tell the truth on the following two questions. Loki looked amused.
"Certainly I shall tell you the truth," he said.
 "What is  your next question?" Ragnor tried to consider what question would best help in this task but his mind was wandering to the crops and how to expand their numbers in the short growing season.
 Loki was becoming a little impatient. "Come mortal, use your wits. What is your next question?" Ragnor sighed and looked at him. "Is there anywhere in the world you have not been?"
He asked. Loki's mouth curled.
"I am a God. There is nowhere that I have not been, from the Halls of Valhalla to Hel. What is your next question mortal?"
 Ragnor tried to think some more but his thoughts slid back to the crops.
If he could use the more fertile earth closer to the river banks it should increase the size of the crops.
 But then if the river flooded.....

"Your third question!" Loki snapped in impatience as he paced in front of Ragnor. "Oh yes. Sorry," said Ragnor. "Is there anywhere in the world you can not get back from?" "No," Loki responded. " No, there is nowhere in the world I can not go to or get back from. And now your task for me?" Ragnor looked out at the crops, up at the oak tree, down at the ground... "Come, come!" exclaimed Loki. "What is your great task for me? What is there I cannot do? Or are you just not as smart as you pretend to be?"

 Ragnor looked up at him. "Get lost." And Loki disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

I blow into town like dust on the wind. I head straight for the poor part of town. They have the best food on every corner and this city is ripe with it. When I arrive, I go right to work. I start with an old Pontiac, unhinging my jaw tearing trough every mouthwatering morsel. Once I am done with that, there is a Mustang. I have to move quickly on these. The slow walkers like to save them; treat them like endangered creatures.
       Once I am done with that, I sit on a park bench and let the food digest, while looking for my next meal. I feel the iron flowing trough my body and I grow stronger. Next I hit an old pickup truck. It takes me five or six bites to eat this one. The crunch of the metal, the smell of the oil mixed with gasoline. I get excited; my hunger grows. Off to the next. This place is ripe with neglect.
Ahh the poor, they always have the best to eat. All of them own what they can not afford to care for. This is a buffet fit for a king. Well, if I had a king. But for my kind, there is no one. We are alone in the world, living on and on forever, but alone. I eat my fill again and I head back to the park. I like to sit in the park and let my food settle.

The fast walkers can build these amazing things and they do this knowing that one day it will just be gone - food for me. While sitting on the bench, I see something I have never seen before. Someone notices me. She stops and smiles when she notices that I see her seeing me. "Can you see me?" I say. Her face lights up. "Yes. Yes, I can. Can you see me?" she asked. "I can see you and you can hear me. You are not a Fast mover?" I ask. "No! is that what you call the them? Fast movers?" She asked. "Yes, what do you call them?" She moves closer, her voice is like a song to me as she answers, "I never gave them a name. I mean, they are just there and one day they become my food." "You eat them?" I say with surprise. "Yes, don't you?" she smiles. Her smile makes me feel like no way I have ever felt before.

I blush. "No, no, I eat what they build. The cars, mostly now. I used to eat swords and armor and before that whatever bits of iron there was laying around. I once eat a whole Bridge they just let it go and I got to eat my fill. Life has been good for me as of late. They have made so much and can not keep it up. I can eat my fill whenever I like." She smiles. "Yes, they do make a lot. I am lucky they always find ways to kill themselves. I was worried because they have been living longer, but they still enjoy killing each other as much as they like building things, I think .
I have never met anyone who eats the dead before. To think about it, I have never met anyone before." "Neither have I. Will you sit and enjoy some time with me?" I ask . This makes her hop a little and her smile is now ear to ear. I can see her teeth. They are sharp and the most delightful red and yellow color. Bits of flesh are stuck in them. "Yes. Yes, I would love to," she says. My heart now beats a little faster as she sits next to me. Her skin is a deep black color with pus filled blistering sores and her eyes remind me of the sun. Bright red and yellow as she spoke they would roll back just a little and fill with a greenish liquored . She has a perfume about her. It is the scent of a corpse rotting. It brings me back to the time when I was eating an old Cadillac and there was a body in the trunk. Its decay added to the flavor of the car. "So, have you been in this city long?" I ask. She looks to me and answers "No. Not long, you?" "Just got in. I am going to be here for a bite and thought the city is full of great bites to eat." "Yeah," she says. "I believe for you, that may be true. But for me it is dying. People are leaving. I mean, right now, I have plenty to eat. There is almost no law and the poor are very poor." "Well, we should enjoy our time in this Detroit together until you have to move on," I say. "I would like that," she says. "Do you wanna grab something to eat?" I ask. "Yes, that would be nice."

This was my take on a love story

The New One Must Come Rated R

How did I get here? Why am I here? These thought filled his head as he lied on the rock the spray of the ocean as the waves chased. His body was broken now blood coming out of many small cuts and pooling under him . This was suppose to be a vacation he thought we where suppose to be her best birthday ever
.His mind drifted back to the first he meet her .Y when it all started a time that was so long ago now.
You got mail.His computer said . He jumped up and headed to it opening his email browser Sexxydeardevil the name on the mail read humm wonder who this is? Probably an another porn spam site. The title just said single and sexy . So he opened it. Hello cyber1 I have just read those story you have posted on you blog and I just had to tell you how much they turned me on... Cool he thought hope the horror story's where not the one that did it . Well if you would like to chat maybe read me some of your story you can IM me at the name above .. He was not a fan of IM but what ever she was a fan and he did not have any others .he logged on to his IM and input her name she light up green she was online .. He sent her a message. Hello... the first word he sent her . There was a pause the

Sexxydeardevil : hello so glad to get a chance to talk to you your writing is so hot.
Cyber1: thanx you are the first to think so I think
Sexxydeardevil : No me and my girlfriends read it all the time some of them tell me the masturbate right after reading them..:)

He paused wow that was forward and kinda hot he thought.

Cyber1 :So do you ?
Sexxydeardevil Yes I do lol a lot but I can not wait till I finish your story's ..

Again he paused wow that was great he did not think it would turn girls on he did not get much luck when he talked to girls

Sexxydeardevil : Are you as good a lover as the guys in your story's ?
cyber1 : I wish they are like super men I mean how would know really I had sex with 2 girls and one of them was so prissy all we could do is missionary in the dark.

Wait did I just tell her that? he thought to late to delete that text just like when he wrote his story's he he just typed he could not control the words that came out they just did ..

Sexxydeardevil : Well i beat you are a great lover You just have not had the right girl to bring it out of you ..
Cyber1 : Maybe so but do not think I will meet one here in this shit whole I live in..
Sexxydeardevil : lol she replied well maybe some day you will be able to fuck some one the way you do in your story's.

The conversations went on for months like that they would chat for hours he would send her story's they would have cyber sex he would end up masturbating to some of the thing she would say she would tell him she was doing the same.. Then one day she login .

Sexxydeardevil:hello lover :)
cyber1: hello how are you today :)
Sexxydeardevil : great guess what I got today?
cyber1 : What did you get sexy .
Sexxydeardevil : A web cam now you can watch me masturbate now you can see how hot your story's make me ..

Great not the fantasy was going to be gone she was probably some fat old lady or even worst a guy

cyber1 : great can not wait .:)
Sexxydeardevil : LOL you probably think I am a guy or something :P
cyber1 : the thought never crossed my mind ....
Sexxydeardevil : well hop you got a hot story for me today I have to log to set up the cam ...
cyber1 : I do have a good one, OK talk to you in a bite....

She logged off and back on then there was a fuzzy black picture at first then it came clear .. wow she was beautiful she had full lips and long brown hair with red streaks in it she was thin and she had a great smile

Sexxydeardevil can you see me ? what do you think ?
Cyber1 : wow yeah I can see you and you are just the way I dreamed you would look just like the girl I write about .
Sexxydeardevil great that what I was hoping you would say I did my hair the way you described the girl in the story the rest sad to say well I can not get her breast.

Her breast where smaller then the girl in the story but still looked good under her tee shirt

cyber1 : They look good from here .
Sexxydeardevil : well read me your story and you may get to see more ..

So he read her his story and as he did he could see her taking off her close he hand slip down under her under wear and he watched he masturbating to his story he could not help but to do the same he try ed to type with one hand and he rubbed his cock with the other until filly he could not take any more he shot his load all over the key board . this went on for month for months from time he got out of work to the time he fell asleep they would chat they talked about every thing ..
It was not just about sex now they talked about there friend there day at work they became lovers ..They filly agreed to meet .. He Had a beach house in Newport RI so they decided to go there for the forth of July weekend ..

When he arrived at the house there was a car in the drive way already a small red sports car looked expensive he thought him self great my piece of shit car should impress her she was sitting in the front seat of the car he got out of his car and headed to he he was nerves that she would be disappointed about the way he looked he was not the hard body guy he wrote about in his story's .. He had sent her pic but they where always from the position that you could not make out much of his body type .. The car door opened and she steeped out of the car fist her legs coved in a blackfishnet stockingwhere long and tight they her skin was smooth and pale . the she rest of her emerged she was tall and her curves where easy to make out under the dark skirt and tight belly shirt she was wearing a little belly button piercing ascended her firm abs and her small but tight breast fished the look he could see her nips slight poking trow the shirt her hail fell on her shoulder and just to the tips of her tits it was purple now and her face light up with a smile that mad his hart stop a second .. The camera did not show him this he was going toexpload in his paints right now .. Cyber1 on I take she said giggling .. Sexxydeardevil he smiled and answer back they he remember they never did give there really name that talked about ever that but never there name's am Nick he said extending his hand she smiled I am Lona she replied .. Lona what a great name he thought .. She pulled his hand and lead in to give him and gave him a deep kiss on the lips . Then they went in to house..

Wow great place she said .. Thank he replied it was left to me buy one of my ants .. I come out her to write some times .. So this is where you come up with those hot sexy story's .. No sadly I have only write horror story's here he said .. Well today we will right a hot sex story she smiled and walked over to the bed room and we will start in here .. As she entered the room her skirt dropped to the floor she had noting on under it her ass was tight and curvy.. Nike could not contain him self he moved quickly to be bed room .. When he got there she was comply naked Nick hart beat quicker and his cock got harder she moved over to him and tour down his paints and dropped to her knees and begin to suck his cock when he could take no more she pushed him to the bed he fell easily he legs where week now he hart was pounding in his chest she smiled and told him to hold on a second she went over to a bag she had and pulled out some hand cuffs and a whip .. remember these she said you wrote about them in one of you story's .Yes he replied I wan you to do what you did in the story to me ....

He took the handcuffs and bond her to the head bad she was on her knees with he ass facing him he took the small black leather whip and begin to slowly brush it against her ass he could see that sh was loving it then he slapped her with it softly she scream more so he did it again then she screamed harder so he whipped her harder again and again he whipped her each hit seemed to make her moan loader then she yelled fuck me he climbed behind her and slipped is hard cock in her he begin to trust in and out of her the both now where moaning and it got to the point where there moans became screams then he cummed it busted out of him she screamed yes cum in me fill me with it. He could not stop his cum just flowed into her it was like she was sucking every last drop out of him then he fell limp on the bed he moved over to the cuffs and unhooked her she laid own next to him for a wile then she got up he could not move.. I have to go she said I do love you but I must go now ..He watched as she got dressed and left the house he could not say any thing he could not move at all ..

He did not hear form her any more she did not come online and she never answered her emails Nick was hart broken what happen he thought what did I do . Time passed and he was kinda back to normal he stated writing again throw the story where all about lost love and very depressing ..But these story got responses people started to send comments they loved his new works, he actual got a book deal to write a book of short story's and stated to make money with it ..

Then a his door bell rang he answered the door to find a small basked on the group in it was a little baby girl there was A note on it .. The note read I know you will take good care of are baby I must go now to feed the master love her as you loved me and she will one day take my place . LOVE Lona ..

He took car of the young girl his little baby and buy this time his books where on the top selling list and there was 2 movies made form them now he was rolling in the cash and he gave his little girl every thing on her 18th birth day he took her to the summer house to celebrate.. she was his little baby and he wanted to give her the house she always love to come her it was going to be his birthday gift .. they had a party and all his friends and family showed it was a grand time . Once the party died down Nick and his little girl took a walk out to the cliffs in the back yard they stared out over theoceanand she leaned in to him and told him she loved him .. I have some to say Dad she said . What that muffin his little nick name she loved those muffin when she was a little .. I talked to mom and I know what I must do now ..What are you talking about? he asked mom when did you see here? Last night she was beautiful .. Your mom has been gone for years now you could not have talked to her .I did dad and she told me it was time to gather food for the master . What are you talking about? he asked his voice becoming nerves now...
She also told me that she did love you you where the only guy she ever loved that why she gave me to you as gift. She new you would take good care of me ..
He looked at here her long leg her athletic body he big smile she looked just like her mom now the way he remembered her so many years ago he never really seen her this way before he almost wanted to take her and make love to her like he did with her mom he shock his head and go back his mind ..
Look honey there is no way you talked to your mom it must have been a dream .
It was her dad and I love you so much she said . I am sorry but I must do this now and with one swift move she pushed him off the cliff to the rocks below below .. She stood there watching the life leaves his body she shouted down to him Mom said there will be one more gift for you .. Darkness hes eyes closed and he could feel nothing then there was nothing...

42

The wind whips down the dusty streets. The ringing is still filling my ears but I do not feel anything so his bullet must have missed me. But I know I fired and now he is standing there, staring at me. And then he falls. He missed and now he is dead. Why? Why did I have to kill another...

My shoulders slump forward, I feel a weight on them. My gun is heavy in my hand as I walk toward him. As the ringing in my ears subsides I can hear the clapping and cheering, there is always a crowd there when I kill someone. I look down at him now, so young, the blood pooling under his curly blond hair, his eyes glazed over and shock written in his expression. Also innocence. As if he was a child playing with a negligent father's gun. And this is the price for being alive. I turn and walk back to the bar, people patting my back and smiling like I am a hero. They are proud of me. I go to my usual seat as the bartender shouts out that drinks are on the house. The cheers become louder. I am the superstar in this town, I have 41 kills. And I see all their faces. It used to be rare, these boys wanting to fight me. Now it's a way to test their metal, a stupid dare to some. They think it's all about speed and yes, they are fast. I never get off the first shot. But mine never miss. 41 kills. 41 mothers to tell that their babies are dead. 41 lives gone. 41 faces. Also 41 free drinks. 41 free tumbles with the town whore. I can see her in the crowd looking at me now. I can smell her desire. She will fondle my gun and caress the bullets, she gets off on a kill. One day it will be someone else. I will be the one lying out in that dusty street and a new killer will be sitting on my bar stool, drinking my free beer, attracting the whore and listening to the cheers for him. I wonder how long he will last. Will he make it to 41? Will I make it past 41? It won't take long to find out, I hear the dull clank of heavy boots on the floor behind me, I can smell the new leather of his holster, I can feel his cocky smirk on the back of my neck, the way a dog senses danger. But I'm not worried. He's just another who thinks it's all about speed, who thinks that shooting a target is the same as shooting a person. He has not looked into my eyes yet. Dead eyes that hold no fear. So he will call me out and I will turn and look into his eyes and say what I have told 41 before him. GO HOME BOY BEFORE YOU GET HURT.

But he will laugh at me and call me a chicken and I will go out into those dusty streets with him and kill him. I have not even finished my 41st free beer yet....

42, 42 free beers. The whore will have to give me a double tonight.

This is story reminds me of when I was young because I was a big kid and I was good at fighting people always wanted to fight me sadly I did not get the free drinks and whore's but you can not win them all 

Hunter Hunted

Yes, I hunt vampires. I have been telling you this for hours now. Welcome to the story.

So, tell me about vampire hunting. Why do you feel you need to hunt them Kevin?

Why Doc? Why should I bother? You're not going to listen. You just think I am crazy.

I am listing now, Kevin. Tell me about hunting please.

Okay sure. I'll tell you all about it. I think the thing I hate the most is the smell; it's called grave rot. It burns your nose. It is awful. I don't mind crawling around in dark damp crypts. I don't even mind crawling over the dead bodies they like to sleep in, but that smell. It is something you never forget.

So tell me about when you became a vampire hunter.

Oh I see you think I'm going to have a sad story, like my mom was killed by one or maybe my girlfriend was seduced and turned vampire and now I hunt the master to save her. Nope. The truth is I had a great child hood. My mom lives in Miami and my girlfriend is alive and well and has no craving for blood. She has never even seen a vampire. No, I found out about vampires because of another hunter worked with me in a gas station and one night he asked me to come along. Yup that is it, simple and sad as it is.

Like you, I did not believe in vampires but there they were and we killed them. I was hooked from then on spent all my time hunting these things.

I see. So vampires: tell me about them. How do you hunt them?

What? How do I find them? Or how do we kill them?

Whichever. Tell me about how you find them.

Well, it's simple. You just look for a number of disappearances in a area. You go there, you find the nest, and you kill the things. It's not hard. These beasts are gluttons and they cannot control themselves.

So they cannot control themselves, you're saying they must be killed. So how do you kill them?

Yes, they must be killed. They are no better them animals and like the dogs they are, they must be put down and I like to do it by removing the head. Sure, some guys like the wooden stake, some guys like to use holy water. But me, I like my machete.

So you were out hunting vampires the night police picked you up, and the girl's body you were found over was the victim of the vampire? Yup it was and she was a tricky one, Doc. I have been hunting her for months now and she has left behind a trail of victims. A trail So you think you were close to catching this one, do you?

Yes, I was very close.

Until the police got you.

See Doc, the funny thing about the police is they know about hunters. They keep it a secret, and oh yeah remember the smell? Some vampires try very hard to hide the smell, but it's always there. No matter what. See Doc, I always get my vampire and I can smell you.

Comment I liked this one, but I did figure out where it was going before the end it was fun to write 

Save the cheerleader save the prom Rated Silly

His long spiked claws tore yet another mindless thug why do they keep coming I dam where do they get all there henchmen. he thought.

How many do I have to kill till I get to the boss . The body's piled up next to him and he cloud taste the blood that splashed in his mouth salty warm . His blades retracted Great !! he thought anther shirt ruined why do they not have clothes in the comic books ,dam it costing me a fortune to be a superhero.

A shoot screams out but he moves to the side before the bullet hits him..

He can fell it happen before it dose it a kinda second sight one more of his powers . Looking up to see yet anther thug with a long rifle up on a platform, He points one finger at the thug and a small metal spike shoots out pinning him to the wall then anther rips trow his his neck .Then the thug eyes closed and his body fell limp it use to bother him to kill but it become like second nature to him now .

There the last of them I think Now it me and you Omen .. He wisped to him self

He smirked Omen what the hell kinda of name is that for a bad guy , Actually his name was Ricky , Ricky Lindermen a old class mate and friend before he be came a altered one. He moved to the door kicking it

open and looked in To the large room siting at a big chair on a platform was Ricky he was wearing a silly custom big red o on the chest .. He did not where a custom he figured just because I was altered dose not mean he was a geek . Next to him was Cindy His girlfriend and the head cheerleader she was hot he thought kinda like the whole tied up look maybe for another day he thought now I got to save here. Ricky was always jealous of me and her and now he was going to try to steel here like a crazy nerdy bad guy form those dumb ass books he read . Look Ricky ! let her go He shouted .. I am the Omen and soon you will be dead Scott .The custom figured replayed Yeah

his name was Scott he did not have some superhero name what the fuck for it not like every one did not know he was altered it happened right in front of every one in the middle of the hall at school so a secrete ID was just silly and what would he

call him self metal porky pine I had-+ steel spikes pop out all over my body .. Now Ricky he could he had a cool power and he could hid them but no he had to be a show off and become a villein Scott was never show why he chose the name the Omen as a name but he could move stuff with his mind heavy stuff like the large safe he is throwing at Scott right now

now .. Scott dodges aside Look Ricky I do not want to kill you but I think I can since you have decided to become a bad guy Scott shouted..

Ha ha Soon I will crush you and I will take Cindy she will learn to love me one day I know it .Ricky replied. Wow you have lost Scott thought Okay then I guess I will just take you out .. Scott pointed out his hand at Ricky fingers out stretched and four spike shoot out Ricky eyes opened wide and he quickly lifted his hand the spikes stopped dead just inches from him then turned Scott could feel

them coming at him as he dodged to the ground they stuck in the wall. Ricky laughed is that all you got thought you where a great jock, where are your star foot ball moves ..What ass Scott thought Ricky new how got kicked off the team when they found out I was altered .. Ricky stood up and gesture with both hands Scott could see that he was standing on a large sheet of metal and he was going to use his dam powers to crush me in to the celling ,He new he had to move fast jumping as far forward as he could to get off the trap .. He could not move fast enough or jump fare enough. Scott closed his eyes as he felt the end was near he could feel his body tense and there was a loud sound as the plat meet his steel quills stopping the plat from crushing him then Scott looked at Ricky and fired a spikes form his forehead Ricky lost contagion on the trap to stop the spikes form hitting him it sent Scott crashing to the floor and in one swift move Scott jetted forward and leaped on Ricky he pushed him to the ground and let all the spikes facing him rip trow his flesh his blood sprayed out and coved Cindy and Scott

Moments latter Scott could not feel Ricky moving any more the screams of pain died down Scott got up and retracted all his spikes . There was not much left to Ricky but a pool of blood and rendered flesh .. He reached out to Cindy and asked hey you okay she just sat there shaking staring at Scott ..He thought man it going to take a long time before she recovers form this maybe I should ask Karen to the

prom .. To bad she was hot.

The city skyline stretched out before Scott, his breaths heavy and his body aching. He stood amidst the aftermath of the fierce battle he'd just fought, his costume torn and bloodstained. The lifeless bodies of henchmen surrounded him, a testament to the relentless onslaught they'd unleashed.

Scott couldn't help but mull over the relentless waves of hired thugs that had come his way. It seemed as though no matter how many he dispatched, there were always more to take their place. The costumed life of a superhero wasn't without its downsides, and the perpetual need to replace ruined outfits was one of them.

His blades retracted with a mechanical whir, and he couldn't help but grimace. "Great," he muttered to himself, surveying the ruined costume. "Another shirt ruined. Why do they not have clothes in the comic books? Damn it, it's costing me a fortune to be a superhero."

A gunshot rang out, but Scott's heightened reflexes allowed him to sidestep the bullet just in time. His unique abilities granted him a kind of second sight, a premonition that warned him of imminent danger. It had saved his life countless times, and he didn't take it for granted.

He glanced up, spotting yet another henchman on a raised platform with a long rifle aimed in his direction. Without hesitation, Scott pointed a single finger at the thug, and a small metal spike shot out with precision, pinning him to the wall. Another spike swiftly followed, tearing through the man's neck. His eyes closed, and his body went limp. Killing was a skill that had become second nature to Scott, a grim necessity in his line of work.

"The last of them, I think. Now it's just me and you, Omen," he whispered to himself with a wry smirk. He couldn't help but find the name "Omen" amusing, as if Ricky, or rather, the man behind the name, was trying too hard to fit the villainous mold. "Omen? What the hell kind of name is that for a bad guy?"

In reality, Ricky's name was Ricky Lindermen, an old classmate and friend from before they became "altered ones." Scott moved confidently to the large door, delivering a powerful kick that sent it swinging open. There, sitting atop a grand chair on a raised platform, was Ricky, clad in a rather ridiculous costume featuring a big red 'O' emblazoned on his chest. Scott couldn't help but roll his eyes; he had no intention of adopting a costume of his own just because he had altered abilities. He was no geek.

Beside Ricky sat Cindy, his girlfriend and the head cheerleader, a striking beauty even in her precarious situation. Scott couldn't help but appreciate the whole "tied-up" look she had going on, but his priority was to save her. Ricky had always been jealous of Scott's relationship with Cindy, and now he was resorting to desperate measures, like a character from one of those comic books he read.

"Look, Ricky, let her go," Scott demanded, his voice firm.

"I am the Omen, and soon you will be dead, Scott," the costumed figure retorted.

"Yeah," Scott replied, not bothering with an alias. "My name is Scott. I don't need some superhero name. Everyone knows I'm altered. It happened right in front of everyone in the middle of the school hallway. A secret identity is just silly. And what would I call myself? 'Metal Porcupine'? I have steel spikes that pop out all over my body."

Ricky, in a show of power, raised his hands. Scott could see he was standing on a large sheet of metal, and it was clear Ricky intended to use his powers to crush him into the ceiling. Scott knew he had to move fast. He jumped as far forward as he could to escape the trap, but it wasn't far enough.

As the metal platform began to rise, Scott realized he couldn't escape in time. He closed his eyes, expecting the worst. A loud clang echoed through the room as the platform met his steel quills, preventing it from crushing him. Scott opened his eyes, relief washing over him, but his respite was short-lived.

Ricky, realizing his trap had failed, gestured with both hands. Scott saw that he was standing on a massive sheet of metal, and Ricky was about to use his powers to crush him. Scott had to move quickly. He leaped as far forward as he could, but it wasn't far enough.

Scott couldn't help but feel a surge of regret for how things had turned out. Ricky was once a friend, and now they were locked in this deadly confrontation. However, there was no other way out of this situation. He had to stop Ricky from harming Cindy and causing further chaos.

As the metal platform began to rise, Scott's mind raced. He needed a plan, and fast.