Un-Stuck

My heart was beating a mile a minute. No woman has ever said anything like that to me and I definitely never thought I'd ever hear it said to me. I've always kept it straight laced, never strayed from the beaten path, and always took only calculated risks if I ever took them at all. This woman, this… incredible, beautiful, uncontrollably sexy woman just struck a cord in me I never knew existed in my entire life span to this point. I had to say something, I had to sack up and find my grit. But the words wouldn't come to me. I was stuck in utter awe at this moment. She began to kiss me so deeply and passionately. I could feel her thighs grip me harder and her soft moans and purrs were sending my heart into flutters. I pulled back and managed to get out a sentence. “By the time I'm done with you, you'll only belong to me.”  She narrowed her eyes at me and cracked a wicked smile. “Good,” she said softly, “I can't have it any other way.” Her smile grew bigger an...

As the last column fell, I raced towards the Titan, blades in hand, ready for my birthright.

Why would I fight it? She's impossibly beautiful and her presence is incredibly intoxicating. I found myself just walking towards her without question and it felt so good, so right, so perfect.  “That's a good boy” she purred, “Let's sit in the living room and chat about all the wonderful things that might be going on in your mind.”  My mind was racing at that moment. She turned to lead me to the living room and I couldn't help but steal a look at her from behind. An hourglass figure. Tight hips that trailed into a very plump ass and toned, slender thighs. My type by a mile. The Raven hair stretched down here back to the top of her butt, sides shaved with swirling, glyph like designs across them. Sharp facial features work almond shaped eyes. Her feet were narrow and cute and so graceful the way they naturally arched as she stepped one after the other.  She took her seat, or should I say, she flowed into it and tapped the cushion next to her. “Sit with me M...

The olive oil was the first to spill when grandfather began to change.

Droven: Um hey, hi, I’m kinda in a rush to get back to work. Smooth bud. Real smooth. Maera: Well, which way are you headed? If it’s the same direction, we can split it. Save some cash. Oh hell her smile is insanely beautiful. It’s so full and her lips are just… Maera: You good baby? It’s cold outside ya know. Gonna keep a girl waiting or are we splitting this cab? She’s still smiling, so you haven’t totally screwed this up yet Droven: I’m heading uptown. If you are then we can share this cab for sure. Ok, ok, getting there. Steel those nerves buddy. Maera: Perfect! Scooch over and let’s get rockin. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. How can a woman be this beautiful. The silence of the last two minutes have been killing me. Come on brain, give me something to talk about,dammit! Maera: Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if my friend was kind of rude back there. She can be a total bitch some days. So they definitely noticed I was eavesdropping on the ...

“He’s looked over here a couple times you know, might as well make him your next victim ha ha” “Oh my god, shut up Vara” the one with the raven, long hair said to her friend as she continued with her snickers. They noticed me staring. I mean, it was hard not to. She had this look about her. Her makeup was dark but hints of reds and pinks lined out her almond shaped eyes perfectly. And her voice was angelic. Corny to say, I know, but man was it ever true. Her friend started up again, “You know he’s not going to come over here and talk to you right? He doesn’t strike me as the type Maera.”  Maera? Was that her name? I’ve never heard a name like that before. Fitting for her though, she suited something mysterious and exotic like that. Oh hell listen to me, sounding like a bad romance novel and I’m the villain with the drawn out inner monologue. “You don’t know that Vara, you don’t even know if he’s actually staring at us.” “You,” her friend interrupted. “Not us, you. Maybe M...

Another long day for the books. Man am I getting sick of these. Ah well, gatta pay those bills one way or another I guess. I’m almost home sick with how much time I have been spending away from Neko. I have to make it a point to take more time off and spend it with her. I hope she understands that I am trying. Better hurry home, I don’t want to spend another minute in this bloody office. I’m not very fond of this drive anymore either. I’m thinking vacation time. We haven’t visited our spot in a while and it is high time we cut loose and just got some time to ourselves. I’ll pitch that idea to her when I get in, hah, like she would say no to a couple weeks of us getting the lead out in our home away from home. She’ll be thrilled. I’ll tell the bossman I need the time, at least they’re good about that sort of thing. Easy traffic and home sweet home. Check that text from her real quick before heading in. Hmm. “Doors open babe. Just come up.” Ah she must be drained from the day and doesn’t...

“One ten ounce steak, greens, potatoes, and a Jello chocolate pudding. Eat up.” Well, here it is, I guess. Smells like how I r’member it. Lets see if those beans taste like mommas. Yup. Not even close heh. I figured it wouldn’t but eh, a man can dream can’t he? Excuse me, but can ya’ll grant me a water? Ah, thank ya kindly. I am parched. I can’t remember for the life of me when the last time I had a good steak was. Ten years ago? Yeah just about. It was at that kinda fancy place over on the west end. I remember that place. Meal looked similar to this one but smelled better and damn did it taste so good. Ate it alone, as I did most of my meals, but ya know, I prefer it that way. ‘Less talkin’ and more eatin’ as my pappy used to say. “Chin wagin don’t catch much food do it?” Heh heh, no it don’t papps. No it damn well don't. Hence why I’m living in my head with this chat. That gent in the blue ain’t gonna give me no words, and I gatta tell ya, I ain’t fixin to get words from hi...

I could smell her… That foul stench of rot and decay. That potent and familiar smell of the undead was one I would never remove from my senses, no matter how strong the tonics. The entire stretch of the hallway was bathed in that horrid odor and yet, I still found myself creeping closer and closer to my goal. Each step echoed softly along the slime soaked walls, my hands trailed along to keep my balance firm and my bearings locked. The darkness would swallow one in an instant, fortunately for me, my heritage gave me the gifts to be able to pierce the darkness somewhat and traverse it without the need for torch or flint. I knew I grew closer, every step down the wretched hallway underneath this castle, to my one goal. Vaal’Una, the Witch, would die tonight. That horrible, horrible smell… That festering notion in my mind kept my pace slow to a crawl, however. “What if she has yet to change fully,” I asked myself aloud against my better judgement. No, I thought better, she is gone f...

My Dearest Alicia, I miss you. More than the words in these letters can ever say. It has been months since I've had the chance to bed down and write to you and know that I am sorry for that, my love. I find myself drifting to thoughts of you every passing moment and I take solace in knowing you are safe at home over the pond with our little girl. How is our little song bird? Is she well? Growing up and doing well in school? Does she miss me as much as I miss her cherubic face? I do hope she does. You both are always missed and thought of fondly while I do my utmost to navigate these horrible times. Do give her all my love and tell her that her father will be home soon to have that tea party with Mr. Teddy and the Bunns. Tell our little girl I love her and when she feels scared, to look at her dancing nightlight lamp and remember that we will always protect her from everything that would ever do her harm. The war is moving Alicia. We have crossed into Germany, or Austria, or so...