Anthologies
EXCERPT FROM "CHAOS": MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE VIOLET VISIONS
ANTHOLOGY:
Chaos is about a trucker who meets his destiny by picking up a stranger on
the highway. He never suspects that forces beyond his control are at play...
He moved forward, looking for a road where he could turn around. The damn
road was too narrow. Finally, he found an entrance to a farmer’s field, and he
expertly manoeuvred the truck back up onto the road and headed back in the
opposite direction. He’d lost the sun now, and the sky looked like it wanted to
rain, although it was trying to hold off. He put the peddle to the metal and made
for the rest stop. He was rolling right along, swinging around the corner when he
spotted what could only be a flash of something. Yanking the wheel over to the
left so hard that he felt the rig almost tip to side, he screeched to a halt. He was
sprawled halfway across the road, his chest heaving, his heart hammering.
“What in fuck…?” Was it an animal? Had he hit the damn thing?
He opened his door, and dropped down to the pavement, checking the front tire
to make sure it hadn’t blown.
“What in fuck is wrong with you man?” An angry voice snarled. The words
jumped out of nowhere at him. Gareth narrowed his large coal black eyes,
settling on a young man. Before he could open his mouth, the young man flew up
into his face and began chewing him out big time.
“You could have killed me. Were you trying to fucking kill me? Don’t you know
how to drive that thing?”
Gareth blinked. The guy’s hair was plastered against his head. God knows what
colour it was. And he had blue, blue eyes which looked rather bloodshot. He was
carrying what looked like a t-shirt in his hands, and wearing an extremely short
pair of nylon shorts, and running shoes. There was a foul smell coming off of him
which caused Gareth to take a step backward. “What in hell are you doing out
here walking on the road?”
“Don’t people have a right to walk on the road, or do you guys own it or
something?”
Gareth ignored that. “Look, are you alright?”
“Yes, no thanks to you.”
“Well, if you’re okay,” Gareth turned to go back to his rig.
“So, that’s it?”
Gareth glanced at him over his shoulder. “Huh?”
“You practically kill me, then, you leave me out here to die?”
Gareth’s mouth dropped as he watched the guy walk over to the passenger side
of his cab.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he began, following him.
The guy grinned, then hauled open the door and stepped up inside. “I need a
ride,” he said with a shrug.
“Get out of there,” Gareth told him. “I don’t give rides.”
The guy ran his eyes over him as he stood there in front of the open door. “That’s
too bad,” he cooed. “You look like you could be good at giving rides.”
Gareth’s eyes widened. He didn’t miss the sexual innuendo. “Look, I don’t know
what you got in mind, but I’m late. I got a deadline and…”
“I won’t slow you up. Look, give me a ride to the next town, buy me some food,
and I’ll take off. We’ll call it square okay?”
“Call it square for what?” Gareth suspected that the guy had put himself in harms
way on purpose.
“For you almost killing me.”
“But you said you’re alright.”
“I am, but I could have been killed. Come on. You said you were late. Time’s a
wastin’.”
Gareth narrowed his eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
“You think I’m nuts? Why would I do that?” He smiled.
Excerpt from Scorcher: My contribution to Atlantis Allure
The woman beckoned to him. Her intense blue eyes seemed to burn into his very
soul. “We know what you need,” she whispered. Her voice sounded like velvet.
Naked, he followed her down a narrow corridor. Around him were sounds not of
this world. Strange shadows crept around him cautiously. Startled, he lost sight of
her for a moment and quickened his pace. He was plunged into an open space,
seemingly encased in a transparent room. Strange creatures swam in the water
surrounding him. Invisible hands caught him suddenly and began moving over his
body. A white light cascaded down on him, blinding him.
“Adonis,” someone whispered amidst the bizarre moans and groan
reverberating in his ears. “We have been waiting for you.”
He was as light as air, floating. The hands moving over his flesh were at first
gentle, soothing then, the touch changed. It felt different, the hands were more
urgent, more demanding. “Adonis.” Fingers twisted his nipples, soft lips suckled
his ball sac and a scratchy tongue moved over the length of his shaft. “Open
yourself to us,” echoed a multitude of voices. Two hands sliced down between his
ass cheeks. He felt something warm and sticky hit his anus then the tip of what
felt like a tongue slithered up inside of him, hitting every erogenous spot possible.
He moaned. Something moved across his lips then pried over his jaw. His head
was forced back and what felt like a hard, slick cock was pushed into his throat.
“Drink, Adonis, drink.” He was suspended in the air, an object now burrowing
deeper into his ass and expanding. It began to pump him, and at the same time,
the cock in his mouth began to fuck his face. Both invaded him at a frantic pace.
He felt his cock being stroked at the same time, while expert tongues tortured
both nipples.
ANTHOLOGY:
Chaos is about a trucker who meets his destiny by picking up a stranger on
the highway. He never suspects that forces beyond his control are at play...
He moved forward, looking for a road where he could turn around. The damn
road was too narrow. Finally, he found an entrance to a farmer’s field, and he
expertly manoeuvred the truck back up onto the road and headed back in the
opposite direction. He’d lost the sun now, and the sky looked like it wanted to
rain, although it was trying to hold off. He put the peddle to the metal and made
for the rest stop. He was rolling right along, swinging around the corner when he
spotted what could only be a flash of something. Yanking the wheel over to the
left so hard that he felt the rig almost tip to side, he screeched to a halt. He was
sprawled halfway across the road, his chest heaving, his heart hammering.
“What in fuck…?” Was it an animal? Had he hit the damn thing?
He opened his door, and dropped down to the pavement, checking the front tire
to make sure it hadn’t blown.
“What in fuck is wrong with you man?” An angry voice snarled. The words
jumped out of nowhere at him. Gareth narrowed his large coal black eyes,
settling on a young man. Before he could open his mouth, the young man flew up
into his face and began chewing him out big time.
“You could have killed me. Were you trying to fucking kill me? Don’t you know
how to drive that thing?”
Gareth blinked. The guy’s hair was plastered against his head. God knows what
colour it was. And he had blue, blue eyes which looked rather bloodshot. He was
carrying what looked like a t-shirt in his hands, and wearing an extremely short
pair of nylon shorts, and running shoes. There was a foul smell coming off of him
which caused Gareth to take a step backward. “What in hell are you doing out
here walking on the road?”
“Don’t people have a right to walk on the road, or do you guys own it or
something?”
Gareth ignored that. “Look, are you alright?”
“Yes, no thanks to you.”
“Well, if you’re okay,” Gareth turned to go back to his rig.
“So, that’s it?”
Gareth glanced at him over his shoulder. “Huh?”
“You practically kill me, then, you leave me out here to die?”
Gareth’s mouth dropped as he watched the guy walk over to the passenger side
of his cab.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” he began, following him.
The guy grinned, then hauled open the door and stepped up inside. “I need a
ride,” he said with a shrug.
“Get out of there,” Gareth told him. “I don’t give rides.”
The guy ran his eyes over him as he stood there in front of the open door. “That’s
too bad,” he cooed. “You look like you could be good at giving rides.”
Gareth’s eyes widened. He didn’t miss the sexual innuendo. “Look, I don’t know
what you got in mind, but I’m late. I got a deadline and…”
“I won’t slow you up. Look, give me a ride to the next town, buy me some food,
and I’ll take off. We’ll call it square okay?”
“Call it square for what?” Gareth suspected that the guy had put himself in harms
way on purpose.
“For you almost killing me.”
“But you said you’re alright.”
“I am, but I could have been killed. Come on. You said you were late. Time’s a
wastin’.”
Gareth narrowed his eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
“You think I’m nuts? Why would I do that?” He smiled.
Excerpt from Scorcher: My contribution to Atlantis Allure
The woman beckoned to him. Her intense blue eyes seemed to burn into his very
soul. “We know what you need,” she whispered. Her voice sounded like velvet.
Naked, he followed her down a narrow corridor. Around him were sounds not of
this world. Strange shadows crept around him cautiously. Startled, he lost sight of
her for a moment and quickened his pace. He was plunged into an open space,
seemingly encased in a transparent room. Strange creatures swam in the water
surrounding him. Invisible hands caught him suddenly and began moving over his
body. A white light cascaded down on him, blinding him.
“Adonis,” someone whispered amidst the bizarre moans and groan
reverberating in his ears. “We have been waiting for you.”
He was as light as air, floating. The hands moving over his flesh were at first
gentle, soothing then, the touch changed. It felt different, the hands were more
urgent, more demanding. “Adonis.” Fingers twisted his nipples, soft lips suckled
his ball sac and a scratchy tongue moved over the length of his shaft. “Open
yourself to us,” echoed a multitude of voices. Two hands sliced down between his
ass cheeks. He felt something warm and sticky hit his anus then the tip of what
felt like a tongue slithered up inside of him, hitting every erogenous spot possible.
He moaned. Something moved across his lips then pried over his jaw. His head
was forced back and what felt like a hard, slick cock was pushed into his throat.
“Drink, Adonis, drink.” He was suspended in the air, an object now burrowing
deeper into his ass and expanding. It began to pump him, and at the same time,
the cock in his mouth began to fuck his face. Both invaded him at a frantic pace.
He felt his cock being stroked at the same time, while expert tongues tortured
both nipples.
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