The ancient nuns hovered like gargoyles as he undressed the body, revealing the nubile curves of a dark-haired, teenage girl — a girl dead now one-hundred and fifty years from tuberculosis, but by all appearances merely asleep. There was no pallor of death, the...
"Form up! Tighten the line, there. ... Cullen! You crazy sunuvabitch, what the hell you grinning at?" "Cullen says Dusky Mary nailed his hat to the ceiling last night, Sarge." "That so, Cullen? Milk you dry, did she? ... Unshoulder arms!" "Did she ever, Sarge. I'm...
"Honey, wake up." "Kevin, no, I have to get up in a couple of hours." "Please, Honey. I had a terrible, terrible dream." "Ah, Kevin, for crissakes, you're not a kid. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep." "Let's have sex. Please?" "Stop it; let me sleep." "Let me...
"It's getting toasty in here." His eyes roved over the lace landscape I'd presented. A perfect package of buttoned magic in dark Chantilly lace. Seamed stockings, red lips, a redolent pout and a wicked pair of stillettos shimmered in the half light. "Buttons and...
Drunk, sixty-nining clown couple copulate, stroke, jizz, slurp: aching flesh spent, they finally hear their cellies' empty threats, fearful whimpers. Mad-gazed clowns turn, leer, face cowering cellies, October slaughter begun: gory grease paint burps. Cops arrive, too...
Roger noticed her immediately. She was sitting on the stool at the corner, sipping one of those fancy fruity drinks. He checked the ace bandage that covered his wrist in a tangled mess and smiled to himself as he approached the beautiful woman. "This seat taken?" he...
From behind, bent over the mini bar? Or ride it like a slow bucking bronco? Do you know how long you have to choose? It isn't forever. I can't wait. Do you imagine me on my knees when you touch yourself? Do you count the breaths until the distance between my lips and...
Resting his hands on the pulpit, he looked out over his congregation. "Not one of you," he thundered, "is without sin." The sound of the zipper was hidden by his voice. Beth's hand stroked his quickly hardening cock, and it was all he could do to keep his face stern....
Your death didn’t come suddenly, it crept up upon us. We could see it coming, paralysed to stop the inevitable like in a slow-motion horror movie. We lived out our time together too soon. And now you are gone and I am alone. Nights stretch long as I lie naked between...
Bowing to the Muse — A Writer's Tail © 2004 He writes because he cannot stanch the flow of semen-white blood from his writer's soul. She reads because he's hers. Then, lustful and laughing, she brings each story to their special times. A hero bound and teased...