With her head in his hand, his face loomed nearer to hers like he would kiss her. He was smiling, his handsome face proud above hers. And in that moment, if he had put his lips to hers she might have accepted it. But instead he studied her face as his middle fingers explored her opening again, opening her petals, teasing her clit. “Say you want me to fuck you,” he said.
No hesitation: “I want you to fuck me,” she murmured.
“I know you do,” he said, rose a little higher...
2020-02-24 00:46:00 +0000 UTC
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Devlin held the lapels of her suit jacket and she complied, lowering before him, Devlin’s grip making sure she didn’t collapse. The points of her knees touched the hard metal. She looked up, kneeling before this powerful man, hands tied behind her back, face upturned and waiting to see what he wanted. Though she knew what he wanted. He smiled. Without being told, her eyes lowered, looking straight ahead at the crotch of his pants. Waited for him to unzip it. Wanting to see it.
Devli...
2020-02-23 02:00:00 +0000 UTC
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When the phone went back in her suit, Devlin was there, hands in his pockets, a summery lake breeze tossing his tie and ruffling his brushed back hair. He squinted into the sun saying to her, “Nice guy Josh checking up on his wife?”
“He wants to go out tonight.”
“Come on,” Devlin said, nodding his chin along the walkway where they’d headed before Josh called. The Mercedes was behind them, a small gleaming black slug aside the mass of the huge container s...
2020-02-22 02:01:00 +0000 UTC
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Back in the Mercedes, Devlin asked her: “Whatever happened with your baskets?”
The cloudless sky beyond the windshield was a brilliant blue, gulls swooping above the geometric anti-arcology of multi-colored cargo containers stacked all around them in streets and narrows, tall as apartment buildings. The Mercedes sat in the cool blue shade of the enormous Jourlet Maersk, a Triple-E container ship coming in from Africa.
She said, “That’s what you wanted to ask m...
2020-02-21 02:01:00 +0000 UTC
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At a table for four situated in the centre of the Martinique’s dining floor, Josh sat with Meyer and Sophie waiting for their fourth diner to arrive who swore she wouldn’t be late, but was. Above their head hung an upside down birdcage interwoven with fake ivy, but it was the re-purposed yellow traffic stoplight with a flashing green light that had Sophie’s attention, his little niece laughing and pointing at it occasionally but without saying her reasons for amusement, expecting her da...
2020-02-15 21:43:31 +0000 UTC
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Sorry for the delay, folks. I wanted to get a little ahead since we're beginning a new book and wanted to make sure my story had a path moving forward for this next episode. I've figured out the direction now, and we'll see if Kimmy, Josh, and Devlin want to take my route or not. Remember: your comments always help too!
And: there's another thing I've been working on but, as usual, nothing's easy. I'm trying to integrate my Patreon with my website so it's all in the one place. If you're...
2020-02-14 13:55:45 +0000 UTC
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First thing she thought—and hated herself for it—was how easy Josh went down. She took him to his base with no warmup, his pubic hair scratching her nose. Try as she might, she couldn’t help an awful phrase from blossoming up from the base of her brain: Double-A.
What helped was total devotion to giving her husband oral pleasure. The more guilt rolled her way, she could upend the table, send the ball back where it came from by enthusiastic throat sounds, vigorous bobb...
2020-02-07 01:10:01 +0000 UTC
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Ten o’clock was the time he told himself he would worry, and now it was a quarter after.
Steve and Meyer were still engaged in Modern Warfare but he’d sequestered himself to the arm end of the couch and had checked out now for twenty minutes. Two hours would be a long time to be at the gym. Three hours was too long. Something had happened. There was a feeling in them, that sixth sense thing again. Something not right. A disturbance in the Force.
And now there was ...
2020-02-07 01:01:00 +0000 UTC
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The head of his cock was large enough to strain the muscles of her jaw as she opened wide. There was a click in her left ear, and with only a shallow mouthful her teeth already dragged his skin. He was too large to suck. She did what she could. Her grip stroked, coming up high to gather the wet from her mouth, swirling her head and gently bobbing. Her tongue worked, flattening against the swollen swooping topside shape of his large cock head. While she did, Devlin worked farther down the fly ...
2020-02-05 01:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Steve was on a solo mission, laying down an Urzikstan killstreak, Meyer standing behind the couch leaning with both hands on the back and giving unheeded advice. Josh was in the kitchen grabbing beers for everyone. He popped all three tops, eyes turned down waiting for his phone to display Kimmy’s current location. Old habits die hard.
And yes, there Kimmy was, roughly in the same spot the last time he’d checked. Right by the Jumpstart Complex. What the hell was wrong with him? Why ...
2020-01-31 18:27:53 +0000 UTC
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Heads up: Two posted chapters today, so make sure you didn't miss chapter 9 before you begin chapter 10!
When Devlin sat in the driver’s seat, she was on him. “I have to get home to my husband, Devlin.”
“You going to talk to him about work?”
“Not tonight. . . . No, I don’t know. Maybe tonight.”
Devlin nodded, not starting the car yet. He checked his watch, looked her way.
“It’s late,” she said.
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2020-01-30 19:32:53 +0000 UTC
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A ringing in his ears accompanied Josh from the secret spy lair of the bathroom; heart-thudding he returned stiffly to the couch where Steve and Meyer were engaged in an assault on the landlord Almalik, Meyer in control, Steve offering support.
They played, he watched vacantly; explosions, gunfire, yelling, dying, his friends cheering. An empty feeling spread from his core, a lone figure in an endless void.
How had it come to this?
He’d sat on the toilet and s...
2020-01-30 19:29:21 +0000 UTC
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In the kitchen opening a bag of Zesty Cheese Doritos, Steve joined Josh, looking to pop the first beer of the night. Meyer was working on convincing sleepy Sophie to pack it in for the night, go have a lie-down on her Auntie Kimmy’s bed. Sophie was tired but amped. One soda pop and that cute little girl was all live-wire energy, boogying away for her dance game, loving all the attention and getting laughs from her Uncle Josh, whom she adored. But Soph was on the precipice edge ...
2020-01-23 19:20:23 +0000 UTC
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Tuesday morning they woke up in bed together, his arm around Kimmy, both of them facing the dawning blue sky beyond their apartment window. He hummed a gentle leonine sound, more for himself, an honest grumble of appreciation for the woman in his arms. Kimmy’s light hand moved to stroke at his wrist.
“Oh, you’re up?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, still stroking.
They’d made love again last night. That was every night in a row since last mid-week. Not marathon displays...
2020-01-18 19:55:39 +0000 UTC
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On Thursday she drove Josh to work so she could have the car to go shopping in the afternoon after yoga at the gym. At lunch she had a scheduled gym date with Karina. It was a long-standing Thursday yoga class, a once a week get-together they usually followed with a vegan meal at a café on Harwood, south of the 401. But since the party at Tiffany’s, she hadn’t heard from Karina. She passed it off, trying not to fret, knowing that the coming week for Karina would be a busy one; Karina had...
2020-01-13 13:50:13 +0000 UTC
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Eleven at night she woke in Josh’s arms, her back to his chest, the two of them spooned in their bed. It was her stomach growling that roused her. After coming back from the Fox and Dragon they’d kind of fought, and she’d thought they’d skidded their marriage into a slippery patch, but somehow it all ended up okay. They’d skipped dinner to make love three times. If she were to peep over her husband’s sleeping body to the floor beside the bed she would see three tied-off condoms. W...
2020-01-05 01:44:53 +0000 UTC
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Inside the apartment door, Kimmy turned to him and he backed her to the hallway table, leaned her against it, the crown of her head knocking askew the photograph her father took of that temple in Taiwan. He kissed her.
She said, “Not here,” as she unbuckled his belt.
His cock throbbed even harder than at the Dragon. All this intense arousal from the awful revelation that part of what Devin had told him was true. Devin got Kimmy on her back in the grass, held her hands over her...
2019-12-31 04:01:43 +0000 UTC
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There was more to the story and he could see she was close to swerving away from it. He said, “Keep going, Kimmy. I’ll hear anything you want to tell me. Please, tell me . . .”
Kimmy steeled herself, and though they sat closer now, it was like she sought some distance, closing him off again by hugging her arms tighter and pushing her back into the chair. He played with her skinny knees. “Tell me, Kimmy, whatever it is we can get through it.”
That made her ...
2019-12-31 03:57:23 +0000 UTC
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It took two-and-a-half hours on the train and subway to get back to Ajax. Twenty minutes to get to Swanson, fifteen to get home. While he was walking in the apartment door a few minutes earlier than if he’d just been coming home from the office on a normal work day, he felt heavy, dragging his feet as if he’d walked all the way back from Toronto.
No lights were on and at first he thought Kimmy wasn’t home. The apartment was bright, but the sunlight this time of year w...
2019-12-29 15:56:53 +0000 UTC
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On Tuesday, as luck would have it, Josh was sent out of the office and into Toronto with two other managers for a scheduled meeting with three executives from Forefront, a product placement company that was growing fast and wanted more and more data. Forefront already signed a contract with Swanson, and now they wanted streamlined logistics and delivery sequenced just for them. The meeting was straightforward—a bunch of nothing at the table, and a shitload of to-dos in the coming week...
2019-12-29 15:54:20 +0000 UTC
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On Tuesday, as luck would have it, Josh was sent out of the office and into Toronto with two other managers for a scheduled meeting with three executives from Forefront, a product placement company that was growing fast and wanted more and more data. Forefront already signed a contract with Swanson, and now they wanted streamlined logistics and delivery sequenced just for them. The meeting was straightforward—a bunch of nothing at the table, and a shitload of to-dos in the comi...
2019-12-22 17:28:10 +0000 UTC
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THAT AFTERNOON
Without planning to do it, she found herself in a hot shower midmorning, even putting her face and hair under the stream, thinking then, shit, she would have to dry her hair now. And she did that, too, looking vacantly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the whining of her hairdryer drowning out any errant thought about the lunacy of what she was doing.
Then it was 11 A.M., and she was in the family room with idle hands. She paint...
2019-12-14 15:45:01 +0000 UTC
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The words from his bully written out on his phone’s screen chilled him. All the fear he’d experienced this weekend came rushing back to him in all its former glory. Part of him, thirty-six hours removed, had come to believe that maybe Devin in the tent had been a dream after all, that the horror wrapping itself around him was all fabricated in his own mind, woven from blades of past trauma like one of Kimmy’s baskets.
A simple friendly phrase, yet one heavy with the t...
2019-12-07 22:00:57 +0000 UTC
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The words from his bully written out on his phone’s screen chilled him. All the fear he’d experienced this weekend came rushing back to him in all its former glory. Part of him, thirty-six hours removed, had come to believe that maybe Devin in the tent had been a dream after all, that the horror wrapping itself around him was all fabricated in his own mind, woven from blades of past trauma like one of Kimmy’s baskets.
A simple friendly phrase, yet one heavy with the t...
2019-11-30 15:54:18 +0000 UTC
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The morning had been difficult at first, getting into work and all that was on his mind was Kimmy. There was a sick and sinking feeling in his stomach, a heavy feeling he wished he could shake but was unable. The events of the weekend weighed on him, so did his performance last night, the revelation, too, that Kimmy was looking to conceive again and they hadn’t discussed it at all. Of course he was ready, it was just sprung on him unexpected. Add to that the awkward exchange wi...
2019-11-25 15:19:51 +0000 UTC
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Once he was dressed in a soft comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, he shuffled out into the hall and was instantly blessed with the smell of delicious food. His stomach tightened, and his throat gurgled. He smiled though, coming to Kimmy’s open doorway. She was in her Katt Basket room, in her glory really, laptop open playing some Korean soap opera, hair tied up on the top of her head, sitting on her stool and weaving. She knew she was being watched, swiveled her stool a quar...
2019-11-22 15:53:39 +0000 UTC
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Howdy al! Here is the biggest chunk of chapter 3 of Devil In The Waters; there's more to go, I just have to move on to Separate Schools editing if I want that to be published this week. I only submit Mon-Thurs, so it's a time crunch! More Kimmy and Josh coming soon, but for now . . .
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Once he was dressed in a soft comfortable sweatshirt and sweatpants, he shuffled out into the hall and was instantly blessed with the smell of delicious food....
2019-11-18 18:01:44 +0000 UTC
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The next chapter is written and I'm editing it right now. It'll be up soon!
But here's a question—maybe you could let me know what you think:
2019-11-17 22:06:57 +0000 UTC
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Time for the next chapter of Devil In The Waters!
Things are a little hectic for me right now, and damn am I chasing down the end of Separate Schools #3. It's a complicated doozy, but I sure am hoping we'll see it go live this coming week!
But for now, let's get back to Josh and Kimmy and Devin . . .
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Josh passing out in the car was a blessing she didn’t deserve. The horrible, detestable thing she’d done to the man she loved...
2019-11-09 14:08:12 +0000 UTC
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All right, everybody, here is the completed first chapter of Devil In The Waters...
The dream began as though he were waking . . .
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The coarse whisking of the tent’s zipper roused Josh from a shallow, painful sleep. Dawning blue-gray light assaulted his eyeballs with the intense zap of high-beam flashlights. He winced and hissed, brain exploding with sharp stabbing pain. His neck throbbed, his brain throbbed, his...
2019-11-02 17:57:05 +0000 UTC
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