Purple Hooter Shooter

1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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Unexpected friend

Continued from Smut Relay part 9 – Dropping Anchor By Cousin Pons


The row on the deck was brief, most never even knew fate was breathing down their neck. Jay saw his crew that would normally have stopped this intruder each laying in a pool of their own blood. Only the sixth man even put of what was an attempt at a fight but Ben had taken them all by surprise. His white cotton shirt and pants now splattered with the blood of the former crew.

“’Hello Eleanor, my apologies about the mess but you said you wanted a private meeting with the three of us. They seemed like they would get in the way.” His thick accent had grown from years of living in the beautiful sun soaked island

Jay looked in shock, his men weren’t the best by any means but each could hold their own in a fight. This Ben took the out like he was taking a stroll down the boardwalk.

“What, you thought I would be afraid to get my own hands dirty? I just keep Clarence around in case someone tries to catch me when we are at the studio.”

The brutish big man stood at the railing just observing everything that was going on. He was tall and looked like a walking muscle mass. The gun on his hip was just added firepower. He didn’t say a word, as the sun beat down on his bald head. His dark face almost obsidian showed signs of a hard life as there were several scars evident.

Jay stammered as he tried to regain his composure. “Ellie what is going on?”

Eleanor was enjoying this moment to shock Jay and rearrange his perfect plans.

“Jay he is, or should I saw was, Elizabeth’s father.”

Both men looked shocked for a moment. Ben recovered faster.

“So tell me, what is this all about?” Ben snapped “I’m not here to play games, as you can clearly see.”

“All in good time” Eleanor replied. “First let’s have a drink and all get better acquainted.”

As they sat sipping some rum Eleanor explained everything to Ben about Richard and how he had been the slippery slope that lead to the demise of his estranged daughter. The plan that was in play and how the man responsible for all what eventually happened to Elizabeth would have to pay one way or another.  Jay never took his eyes off Ben, he was a dangerous man, probably even more dangerous then himself. Jay was a man of negation and then action, Ben seemed more like a man that said something and expected others to fall in line or else.

“So Jay,” Ben began “How do you fit into all this? Are there some skeletons I will find out about you? After all it seems you are pretty well tied up in all this too.”

“Nothing I care to talk about. I’m just trying to help Ellie get revenge on the man that destroyed her sister and hurt her.”

Ben just gave a knowing smile as if he knew what Jay’s hidden real agenda was.

“Well let’s go see this bastard and maybe I can persuade him to pay.” Ben said ominously

Richard was sitting when they walked in. at the first sight of Ben he tried to hold back a sign of relief. Having been old friends back in school he knew that Ben would come to his aid, after all Richard used his influence to get Ben set-up with the studio he ran.

“I hear you are the man responsible for my daughter’s demise.” Ben sneered

Richard was shocked, Ben seemed genuinely angry. Not the reaction he expected at all. Granted it had been years since they were working together but a vengeance over a daughter he really didn’t know versus being set for life in a nice position wasn’t the reaction he expected.

“Well.” Ben snapped “Is this true?”

“Hey man, I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe if…”

“Elizabeth, you bastard.” Jay snapped “She met up with you and her life spiraled out of control till she killed herself.”

“Oh that little whore?” Richard sneered “I should say other than being a good lay she was doomed from the start. She wanted to be a movie star, well I hear she was in a few films.”

Jay lunged at the cage in a flash to strike Richard. The stunning blow of his head hitting the bars staggered him. Even Eleanor was shocked by the speed of it all. Quickly Jay was secured to the bars that were part of the cage that held Richard.

“Man I was worried you were really man.” Richard said as he tightened the rope around Jay’s arm.

“I just needed my moment you know how it goes.” Ben chuckled

Jay moaned as Eleanor stood frozen in fear and shock. Suddenly her plans had come unhinged as the care swung open. Richard stretched and looked around for a moment. Then his eyes went cold.

“Oh I think it is time to do some cleaning here. First I want you to know Eleanor that life had a strange way of turning your plans on their heels. Now you will watch as I make Jay pay for all the ways he has humiliated me.”

The malevolent tone in Richard’s voice sent a chill down her spine. Ben made Eleanor sit in a chair as she was tied to it. Richard found some thin rope and smiled. His mind was working overtime now.

“Remember what we did to that guy, oh what was his name? The one that screamed like a pig?” Richard laughed

“Oh Stan something. Thought he was going to take your money and run. Yeah I remember, that was a big mess.”

Jay knew there was no reasoning with them. The game was up as Richard carefully tied the rope around each toe. Then he tied the end together and found a bean high enough to use. Jay struggled as Ben and Richard drug him to the place and hung him upside down by his toes.

Eleanor watched in horror as Richard took a ballpein hammer and started feeling along Jay’s back.


Jay screamed in pain as Richard broke the rib in his back just past where it connected to the spine. The torture lasted for several house as they made sure Jay stayed conscious enough to feel everything. The ragged gasps for air as the broken rips made every breath painful filled the room as Eleanor wept for the man who was suffering for her now.

“I think he has learned his lesson.” Richard said calmly as he put the hammer down. “Now as for you, the traitorous whore. I have something very special in mind. Let’s get her on your boat and head out.”

They lead Eleanor to the dingy and brought her to the waiting yacht. She watched in horror as they pulled close enough to fire a flair as set Jay’s ship on fire.

“They will find nothing but wreckage if that much. Now Eleanor what do you think is going to happen to you?” Richard scoffed


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Smut Relay

Karen and Charlie

Maybe I should add a trigger warning here.

The alarm on my watch went off, Karen would be home soon. I prepared things for when she would get home. I even was going to try a new lotion this evening, after all she is worth it. Ten minutes later she got home from her work day

“I baby I’m home! Her voice carried down the hallway.

“Welcome home sexy” I reply

Karen tossed her shoes like she always did, I could hear the thud as they landed on the closet floor. Sitting on the bed now as she took of her socks and undid her bra under her shirt. That had always been so captivating to me how a woman could ever do something like that. Karen did it like she was breathing, so little effort and suddenly it flew across the room and onto the growing pile of clothes.

“Charlie, You won’t believe the day I had” she blurted out. “Remember Walter, that creepy weird guy?”

I felt the hair bristle up on the back of my neck.

“Well how could you forget, he is how we got together, I almost forget that.” She giggled as she gave a big hug of apology.  Anyway, I ran into him again. I think he just kept staring at me from across the break room. I am thinking about putting in a transfer to another floor.”

“What? No, you can’t do that. You love working on that floor.”

“You’re right Charley, I can’t let mister creepy eyes run me away.” She giggled and pushed off, landing on the bed.

“I think I have been a bad girl Charley, my panties are soaked thinking about when I get home and we get to play together.”

“I have been waiting in anticipation of you getting home too beautiful.” I growled lowly

I took out the lotion and put it on my hand as Karen laid back on the bed. As she stripped off her pants I could see the soaked crotch area in her panties. Oh my favorite pair even, the ones I used to masturbate in till she almost caught me.

Charley are you going to watch me like a bad shy boy?” she pulled her panties to the side and started playing with herself as I watched and stroked myself. Faster and faster she rubbed her clit and fingered herself. I matched pace with her as I stroked my cock. I could feel the warming sensation of the new lotion. Her breathing becoming ragged as she got closer and closer, finally a scream as she came. I loved hearing her cum as I followed suit. My loud groan as I came as she was just finishing.

Suddenly Karen froze and went quiet.

“Oh my god Charlie, I think I got the neighbor off too. Did you hear him?

Now I froze as I listened. Karen reached over and picked up Charley and set him in his place on her night stand. She kissed him on the head as I blew a kiss back to the screen.

“Goodnight Charley, you dirty ole bear” she giggled

If she only knew as I cleaning up where I had cum, just a few feet from her in the next apartment. I looked at the screens where I had the other cameras. Karen was laying in her bed, about to fall asleep from a good hard orgasm. I always enjoyed her Monday masturbation to start the week off right.


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Life’s Pause

This week the topic was pause and I thought it was quite fitting for my life today. By definition a pause is a temporary stop in action or speech.

I hope it is just temporary, after all this was defiantly not on the list of how things were supposed to go. Without going into details on what has transpired it suffices to say interests have been shuffled around. Activities and events once participated in currently have been put on hold. It is no one’s fault, there is no blame to be placed. It is just life and the most insane timing in a series of events that has set every part of our world back on its heels.  It was not just us either, I was hearing story after story amongst our blogging friends, some so catastrophic I wondered how they were holding it together in the waves of chaos.

For everything there is supposed to be a season and a reason, or so that is what is said. Honestly I do care to know the reason, I just want the season to be over, for us to get back to the life we had and enjoyed. I know the reality, so much has happened and changed returning to how things were is impossible. Alas it is still human nature to look back to what we were comfortable with and wish life was like it was. Life is about change for sure, sometimes it seems that only through pain and destruction will we accept the changes. It is forced upon us as we fight tooth and nail till we are exhausted and succumb to how things are.

There is a personal struggle as well for me, two sides always battling, always at odds when facing issues. Do I go into military mode and scream damage control? Toss the broken parts out and attempt to cobble some facsimile of what used to work? Replace damaged items with new once we have weathered the storm and reached a safe port?  Next to expect the repairs to to make everything good as new, it seems preposterous and idea that things would go on the same. I seriously doubt this would work because then it ignores the history and scars that have shaped us. Honestly it has felt more like a siege for a couple years. Flaming boulders being lobbed over the walls of our inner circle. Outside forces we couldn’t control or predict having an extreme impact in our lives. Now that is more like it, the debris and burned walls that has been left behind. The concerns, fears, real emotional and physical pain that ripped through our world. It still hasn’t ended but it has lessened some, it went from external to internal. Nothing will ever be quite the same, I would be naive to ever think that, rather now it is a time for rebuilding, reshaping, remodeling. This is the part of life that we can use it to make us better and stronger.

I know, right now you’re thinking damn Raven, this isn’t sexy, this isn’t even fun stuff. No it is not, but it is honest life in all its raw reality.  In the depths of it all it has caused, or at least I have allowed myself, to draw on the deepest darkest places of my mind and soul for what has been a series of mental distractions. I hadn’t stopped writing, but rather I had stopped sharing. Why? Because it has been down abysmal dark lines that had become a twisted comfort. To know that could be a level of pain and horror deeper. That is where my muse has been digging, churning and bringing up depraved and what most would call vile and degenerate thoughts. I have wrestled with the thoughts if I should even share these stories. It would most assuredly make many people uncomfortable, trigger others, excite and thrill and unknown part of my readers. It would be a trip down a dark branch of the rabbit trails my mind runs along, where fear, chaos, torment and pain live. The predators and prey come alive, the bad guys win, there are no heroes, and no one saves the day. I had toyed with writing dark erotic/sex based horror in the past, but as event from the outer world unfolded the ideas that fueled the horror became an obsession and a release.

So I’ll just wrap up this long winded woe is me post with saying this, I started this blog unsure of where I was planning of taking it, what I was going to do with it. As life changes so do we and our view of others. I think it is time to let the colors fly and share what has become my obsession for some time. Enjoy, or not, that is your choice. I really hope in part it makes people feel and think, like any other good author would. After a pause for the past few years, it is time to come out of the corner once again.

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One day, someday

Someday, maybe a Monday, something to make it a fun day

Tuesday is such a snooze day maybe then we can play

Wednesday is a big day, wicked things to do and display

Thursday was chore day, but it can be rearranged I’d say

Friday such a busy day, the weekend almost on display

Saturday changing hats again, depends what’s arranged and when

Sunday last day of the week that wraps it all around so neat

To quote Steinbeck, “The best laid plans of mice and men”

Alas the plans are little more than rustlings in the wind

Make then, break them, change and rearrange them

Apologize and realize that life is a cyclone of chaos in disguise

The distant desire while growing tired but still press on knowing

Fickle like a pickle left to soak too long, the bite is lacking some fear is gone

It has either soured and been tossed out or had become something else stout

Folly to think it would have been so easy to have come about so breezy

Patience taught well to others, yet none to be found here while I shudder

I want it all, I want it now, before the dream disappears, lost is the fear

I want someday to be today, to feel the wicked lust blaze

To get lost in the moment of a craven depraved gaze

Feel heated breath on soft skin cause hairs to rise in carnal want within

Fingers probing as yearning growing, the wetness now is flowing

There between the thighs is animalistic hunger hearts boom like thunder

A kiss so hard and lustful there is a taste of blood on the lips

Teeth clasping the lip dragging away while pressing hips

Nails digging into flesh, material torn and flung aside

No pretenses just desire unbridled fueling the ride

A night, a day, wild passion on display

Left breathless as there is no words that can express

Hallowed ground made so by the wicked acts that abound

A lover, a fighters, a craven whore, and still so much more

Beholden to the chosen moment that is all fall into place

Forever to endeavor to find another someday to chase…


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The Key of Love

Beth looked at the box, her hands still shaking as she thought of how to give it to him. She knew she was ready, it was time for the next step. Her only anxiety was if he would step back in fear. She had dreamed of the day she would truly be his, forever. As the sun sank low over the horizon she knew he would be there in a few minutes. The low rumble of his muscle car down the street always got her engine going, as it drew closer she got that twinge and cursed herself. Her panties were damp thinking about his strong arms and piercing blue eyes. The engine came to a stop and cut off in her driveway, her heart only raced faster.


Peering out the window Beth saw him get out of his car, the long dark duster wrapped around him keeping the cold night air from his perfect body. Heath looked right to where she was looking out and smiled. He drove her crazy doing that, always knowing where she was, what she was doing. No time for that now as his boots made a familiar thud on the wooden steps and then the ring of the doorbell. She opened and sank to her knees as always requested. The smell of dirt from his boots and the leather still damp from the night made her quiver. The lazy curl of black hair fell down over one of his eyes as he looked down at her.

Beth looked up from the floor into those eyes as he reached down and tussled her hair and then put a finger under her chin. Lifting her slowly to her feet till she stood looking him eye to eye. Heath presented her with flowers like always, he met all of Beth’s mother’s expectation of the gentleman her daughter was to marry. For a moment Beth blushed as the thought of him being perfect in so many ways crossed her mind and made her even wetter. Heath smiled and kissed her. No words needed to be said as she reached down and unzipped his pants and again knelt down.

Slowly releasing his growing cock she licked her lips and began to kiss and suck him like he had taught her to do. Before him this was disgusting, but now it was a love and desire to please that drove her. Her naked body shimmered in the dim light of the room till he stopped her and locked his fingers in her hair. In a deft move she was bent over the coffee table and his weight pinned her there. A quick gasp as she felt him enter her. Slow thrusts at first till she became accustomed to his girth then he ravaged her body till releasing a flood of his seed in her.

His kisses now fell on her neck and down her spine as she felt every inch of her body was alive. He laid her on the couch and caressed her all over before kissing her soft lips again. His hand rested on her belly for a few minutes while they kissed. As he broke their kiss he left his hand in place and looked deep in her eyes.

“What did the doc…”

His words were cut off as she handed him the box. He opened it slowly and looked inside. A smile grew slowly across his face.

“You’re serious?” He asked

“Yes” Beth’s voice shook as she replied “I have never been so sure of anything before in my life. And the doc said six week.”

“You know there are other options if you want? Of course I will support you in whatever you decide.” Heath almost stumbled on the last few words.

“Well now look who is getting cold feet” Beth chided “Come on, let’s go to the bed room and make love again.”

Heath followed her and entered behind and pushed her on the bed playfully as they now fell into a light of wild passion. She used to hold back but tonight there was nothing to worry about. She didn’t even care if the neighbors heard as Heath brought her to orgasm after orgasm in every way he could imagine. She fell asleep her head on his chest knowing Heath would love her forever.

She woke alone in the early morning, Heath wasn’t there in her bed as for a moment she began to panic. Had he run? Her question was answered as she heard him walk back in the room. The box was open on the table She could see the shape of the key in the dim light. She took a deep breath as she picked it up and leaned down and kissed her. This time he entered her roughly, taking his lover in wild passion. Her body went into a wild orgasmic series of waves. Then she felt the cold pierce her chest as the key had been opened and revealed the blade. Heath had made it the perfect night for her as the steel cut into her heart. He leaned over kissing her as she felt her body fall into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Afterwards Heath sat there looking at her beautiful body. He knew she was right in her choice, the cancer would have taken her piece by piece and this was her choice. He lifted the chalice and took a long drink and climbed onto her body and made love one last time to her. He felt the effects start to take him too. He smiled as he laid his head on her shoulder. His eyes closing as he would no longer feel the pain of his own terminal battle…

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Our Scene

The crop licked her flesh like a lover’s tongue sliding along the surface of her skin. Mews of pleasure and gasps escaped her lips. Each flick of my wrist made the hungry ends find the flesh it longed to kiss and redden. The pulse of the music set the pace, deep thuds of hypnotic sounds filled the room.

Setting the crop down now it was time for the bare hand sound. That distinct sound of the skin on skin as it sent her into a trance, her body shuddering with each beat as I could feel the growing heat. No prints, just the glow as my hand went to and fro, cheek to cheek in a balanced rhythm. Her coos being our lover’s anthem.

A change of pace, a paddle took the hand’s place. Padded wood now swatting the skin, flesh yielding as the impacts began. The slow beats made each hit freeze like a moment in time, the warm glowing flesh made a delightful sight. Deep booming thuds as the padded paddle made her flesh jump and dance. Harder and harder each swing came, knowing with this paddle all was fair game. A full on hit with a crash matching thunder, all she did was moan. More she begged for in a subspace mutter.

A new song as my hand caressed her now warm bum, smiling as I knew it had just begun. Her moans and arching into each touch a signal she craved more. Evil paddles lay on display my wicked fingers curled around the dark blue, a color that soon her flesh would share. The raised nubs made white divots in the flesh for a moment after each impact. The slow tempo gave a long time to get her flesh screaming for more. Another song the increased tempo increased the paddles speed. Her arch said it was no longer a want but a need. Strikes deliberate as I focused on the place she would later sit. Sadistic glee as I knew she was relishing now what she would later curse.

A deep glowing red now shown on her flesh as she demanded more, begged for more, needed more. It was time to switch to the dreaded cane, I knew she soon would cave from the pain. The short black rod normally would cause her to dance and call for a stop. This time she cried out, but not in pain but in bliss as her body shook from the wicked kiss. In dismay I reached for the crimson rod, it stung like the fire of an old god. As the song ended my arm was spent, even more to my dismay her flesh still only carried a red with little else to hint.

One last thought as she arched for more, I took the leather lash and applied a few more scores. A single miss on my part brought it all down. The house of cards fell as the leather had wrapped around. Her wail of pain as the red glow shown like red ember on her pale hip. The sudden realization we had been going for an hour as sweat poured off my body I had not noticed before. It was over for sure as she looked in the mirror in shock as well. Only red then the truth started to tell. She will indeed have some deep bruises to be proud of from this scene we did. The colors will come in a day or two. So next scene might be a bit milder as we explore other things to do.

Collaboration, Introduction and a poem.

Collaboration is something I am no stranger to. I have worked with other writers in the past, mostly for fun short versions of a story. Most fizzle out quickly as our styles don’t often match but a few have been spectacular. That thrill of pushing each other in creative ways and allowing the flow of the story to carry it to wherever it may lead. Though it has been a while since I have had the pleasure of sharing those I recently have written a few from ideas that people have wanted to see where I would take their idea.


A bit off topic I want to announce I would like to share with you all the news of me new blog site. I has been an interesting lesson and a definite learning curve. There will be changes to come and I look forward to sharing the thrills and chills as I continue forward.



I will leave you with one of my macabre poems




The itch is back, the shaking, maybe only visible to me but it is back.

My mind is wacked, dreams spinning as blood flows from an attack

Demon one moment, savior the next, duality rages as it engages

The armor is white but I am no knight as the conflagration rages

Scorching and consuming as screams shriek in the blood red night

Acrid fumes from the pyres of rotting flesh an incent of evil delight

The chill against the sweat running down my neck I see a form

Running in the direction tears streaming, my mind twisted and torn

The demon inside licks my ear seducing the carnal needs that burns

The lithe creature draws close and the shake grows and desire yearn

It should be little more than honorable mention passing in the night

But the flaxen main flowing like tendrils draw my attention and delight

Crimson stain from ruby lips on pale flesh runs to its quivering chin

Eyes sunken and hallow from fright and being broken beg from within

The howls and screams of the pursuant reverberate in the long alley

Crouched in the shadow ever sinew tight ready to unleash a volley

Greasy haired beast steps into the light screaming at the fleeing thing

Indolence beast with a belly hanging under the stained white shirt

Half empty bottle in hand now hurled toward the creature so curt

Profane words scream as the beast cuts and stings with its tongue

Lithe creature trips and falls as it was distracted from its brief run

Closer and closer it draws toward its easy prey unaware of it danger

The shake continues to grows as fingers curl in both hunger and anger

It stops suddenly aware it is not alone, it turns to hurl and insult

The cold steel in its rib digs deep and eyes widen, the sing in felt

Screams fail to escape as the angle keeps it from crying for help

Eye to eye it is pathetic as it falters, gurgles, flailing and falling about

The original prey jumps with the fury of a wild cat to free its beast

Not surprised as its bruised hands try to strike and pummel at least

Like so many before it had come to know it can expect a certain thing

Growing to accept that this is all there is and there are no dreams

The quiver of its lip as he howls in furry released from the depths

This is but a little thing as it fights the newly arrived beast without rest

The hand swung with much force sends it splaying across the ground

No shriek as it lay twisted on the pavement, silence is an eerie sound


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