Whatever I thought I remembered, I discarded like the bad drafts of a story. It couldn't have happened. People embellish memories, filter them and run a narrative string through events, distorting the past. That much I knew. That much was certain. So it stood to reason that whatever I had thought I remembered had been...
Is this your world, Jack? Blood and guns. One wrong step and I might fall. Or worse, Jack. You could die. Stupid. Remember to breathe. Screw being cautious. Shit happens anyway. "I've taken away your speech." No, you've helped me speak the words I really wanted to say. "I've taken away your sight." No, you've helped...
Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... ...
Master Trent is a certified Dom at the Blue Hedonism BDSM Club, but from his track record, you'd doubt his ability to refrain his pushy-handsy ways around Subs. With a bad reputation and a humiliating event this fateful night, Trent believes he's lost any chance of ever finding a Sub, especially at the Blue Hedonism...
Warning: Mature Content | "Excuse me?" My heart was pounding, not only because of what he was saying, but because I recognized his goddamn scent and it triggered an automatic flashback of every touch, every kiss, and every fucking thrust he gave me the last time we were even remotely this close. His eyes pierced thro...