Roses are red

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

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Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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Helping hands

Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door “Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD /> “A little bit,” I said. “How come?” not working,” she said. “I[…]

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My dates

I was staying at a hotel out in Long Island for a few days. I had some work that needed to be done but nothing stressful or time consuming. The weather outside was cold and[…]

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The new kid

It's only my first story, and it's not all action. Just to brief you 😉 He was tall, dark and excruciatingly beautiful. I was jealous from the moment I saw him. Even though I had[…]

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Gertie pays her way

Gertie was a naive gal. She certainly didn't know how to choose her boyfriends very well. Just like her current boyfriend Curt, they all had abused her in one way or another. Being this kind[…]

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Pre-race prep

Kathy’s boyfriend had been distant for some time. It wasn’t entirely his fault, as he worked a lot of hours, and by the time he would get back to the home that they shared, he[…]

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