In The Dark Part 2

Cassidy heads into the diner and clocks in just in time for her shift. She sniffles and wipes the last of her tears from her eyes before starting her shift. She goes from one table to the next. Writing down the orders and handing them off to Serge to process and cook them up.

When the bell dings, she runs her ass over and grabs the food. Bringing them to the right tables in succession. The more she works the more she busts her butt and gets things done. She is just 20 years old and she doesn’t have anything going for her.

With her sister gone, she has nothing and no one but herself. And no support. Now she has to work extra hours, extra shifts just to pay for the funeral.

Not a clue why someone would attack a body like they did to her  sister but she feels it is on her to do it.

She gets a call at the end of her shift for her to head to the law office. Turns out there is something she needs to read. To see. And have explained to her.

Her sister’s will. This could be good and this could be dangerously bad. She doesn’t know what to think. Only fear is instilling itself in her core.

What could come of this? What could happen? She doesn’t know. But she has to head over and find out.


Conrad gets it to the office and types up what he has seen in an official report. Gathering the photos and the document with what he has photographed, he hands it to his captain and goes from there. It’s not his job to solve the case. Just to document it and move on.

And with how many cases are coming around these days, he has to be on top of things.

The more he does his job the more he faces some of the most gruesome disgusting shit he has ever seen. But that is just how the job works. And he doesn’t complain.

Not with the sweet money that is coming in from his job. Turns out the force likes his keen sense of description. He has been told he has the working, the talent ,and the gift to write crime novels or forensic novels but hat is not what he wants to do. Besides there are too many people out there doing that.

Too many people trying to be what they are not. And that is the kind of thing that has made him give up on reading all together. Too many people writing about the same thing and not bringing out the fresh things in the world. Sad fucking shame in his mind. But what does he know?

Getting back to the office four hours later, he documents the four crime scenes he has photographed as he prints them off. And once done, he sends those to his captain who sends him out the door. Not for the end of his shift but for a coffee run.

So easy to handle it though too. Hitting up the corner store and picking up 10 of those four packs of coffee in a can kind of things. Already made, cold, but good and addicting as hell.


Tyler gives up his singing career because fuck it,  he could be doing something else. He has other things on the mind. Like going back to his home town and doing what he used to do.

He doesn’t mind performing he just hates singing the same song hundreds of times. It gets fucking old. And he doesn’t like that.

Getting back to the town, he heads his way to the club and walks into the manager’s office. Bursts right in and doesn’t close the door at all. Doesn’t knock. Same old prick Tyler.

Never caring about anyone but himself. What if the manager was fucking someone? What if he was porking some poor woman that will do what she wants to work her way through college?

Doesn’t matter to Tyler. He wouldn’t be surprised to be honest. This man is a total prick and he doesn’t care what the world thinks of him. Dumbass.

“Didn’t expect to see your tight ass back in here,” the manager named Dawson says.

“And I didn’t expect to be bored of singing my voice to death but here we are.”

“What can I do for ya?” Dawson asks smugly.

“You have an opening and I wanna work here again.”

“The fuck makes you think I will hire you back.”

“Because I know you Dawson. You miss seeing this as in a thong and jacking off to it. And you would kill an employee to have me back.”

“I fucking hate you. Get changed and get on the dance floor.”

Tyler strikes again.

In the Dark Part 1

Lucida finds herself on the road to a dark town but it doesn’t matter. It is strange to be on that road but she knows the sooner she gets home the better off she is.

The closer she gets the more rapid her heart beats. Something about this town raises his blood pressure. Makes her palms sweat. The air around her becomes frigid cold. Bugs her that it happens but she doesn’t have control over it. No point in facing the inevitable unless you have to.

When push comes to shove, she knows it will turn out just fine. She will be just fine. Stepping across the town line, she waits for something spontaneous to happen. People to come rushing out. Someone to cast a strong shadow and chase after her. But nothing happens.

Strange. She doesn’t understand what is going on. With that in mind, Lucida starts walking across the town. It is a straight shot in front of her. One strong, long road in front of her. The sooner she makes her move and gets across it the better off she is.

She gets about halfway down when she notices a faint sound that picks up in pitch. Getting closer and closer to her, she starts walking a little faster. Thank Christ for having tennis shoes on rather than that of a hooker’s outfit.

When she gets to the other edge of town, her feet hurt like hell and her breathing is very labored but she feels a hint safer. She strides forward to step out of town and something snatches hold of her. Turning around, she is shocked to find nothing is there. But something has hold of her.

She pushes forward and gets nowhere. Something is pulling at her from around the waist. She glances down to find a demonic entity holding her heavily. It has a demonic smile and a dangerous set of teeth. Sharp and jagged. Like that of a carnivore.

She opens her mouth to scream. And just like that, her voice is gone. She fights with every fiber of her being but then something happens that ends it all.


Conrad heads out that next morning. His mind focused on getting that first cup of coffee. He needs that caffeine or Christ help him he is gonna be one angry son of a bitch. And that says much about him.

His mother is a wicked bitch. The woman that a lot of men have tried their damndest to tame but ended up broken and crawling back to their mama for help and forgiveness. No one talks to Conrad’s mother. She is the devil incarnate most would swear.

So when he gets to the coffee shop and gets his coffee, he feels that much better. At least he doesn’t live with that cretin. He moved out when he turned eighteen. Got smart and got away from that shit.

The more he thinks about it the more it frustrates him. He would never wanna face that again. No sir. No way.

Once is enough. The way he sees it. You get one chance around and that’s it. No second chances. No freebies. One chance. One ride. That is all it is gonna take.

When he is done with his coffee, he tosses the empty Styrofoam into the trash and heads off to his scene. The scene he has to take in, photograph and then some. This is what it is. This is what it is gonna be like.

Once there, he starts snapping photos of what needs to be snapped but then he comes across a part that makes him wanna upchuck. He doesn’t know what the hell happened but he has to document it and soon.


Every fucking time.

Tyler Caldwell busts his ass doing what he has to do and once done, he is out the door. He hates working at that damn club. Singing the same shit day after day. Doing what he has to do, he brings it out and does what he must.

He has one thing in mind: the sooner he is out of there the fucking better.

That is how he sees it. He has a way about his manner that most people don’t find good to be around. Being the drunk and the singer that has to make money doing fucking stage acts. The way he treats women is despicable. Everyone is a piece of ass. The lot of them.

And he ends up pissing off a lot of people. Ends up getting slapped the hell out of.

If only there is one person that could straighten his ass out.

taste of forever ending

Chapter 5


Things just keep getting better. We travel and travel. Most of the time we end up in the trailer. Before and after the fights. I sit back and watch him through the free cable and use up the free Wi-Fi. Works out for me that way.

The more I watch the more I like what is going on. This is the way it works out and the way it has to be. When he gets home from the fight, we fuck around for a while. And damn can we fuck around. I love the taste of him. The taste of his come. And when we are done fucking around, we watch a little TV and fuck around on the computer before we head to bed for the night. It’s not like we do a lot of traveling. Most of the time we end up staying in a frigging single city for 3 days and moving on from that point.

Nothing ever stays the same though. Nothing ever works out that easily. And I know it is just a matter of time before shit hits the fan. Before life starts working out for the best.

With that in mind, I lay back on the bed and end up passing out in his arms. He makes me feel safe. Protected. Loved.


The next day, I know he has until evening to fight so we spend the day together. Looking and sightseeing around the town. Nothing going on but a shit ton of bars. That is all this town has.

So we head back to the trailer and fuck like bunnies over and over again. The more we fuck the more time flies and when we are exhausted, we shower up and watch some TV. Cuddling together on the couch. I love that bouncy perfect ass of his. He is driving me wild with it. And I don’t mind that it is like this for us.

We are young. He has a fucking career going on. Nothing I can bitch or complain about. No reason to bitch and complain when you have good things going for you.

That is how I feel.


A week goes by and before long we are in a better place. We are in a city that can keep our asses busy all the time. But we still spend some time at home together. The more I think about it the more I realize that nothing is ever gonna be easy.

But that is just too fucking bad.

It is only a matter of figuring things out. God he is amazing. And as far as I am concerned, I am just fine with how life is working out.

Taste of Forever Chapter 4

Chapter 4


Honestly I’m scared as fuck about this but there is something about him that draws me in. That makes me wanna be around him longer than tonight. Fuck I wouldn’t mind living with him if all goes well after tonight. Yeah I’m quick to hop into a relationship but that doesn’t stop me from facing the shit I have to face and moving on.

When he comes into the bathroom, he strips out of his clothes, taking his time as he is nervous as I am. I can tell. Trust me. I can tell.

Once he steps in, I close the shower curtain and head right under the water. The blood from my nose heads down the drain and then some. I thoroughly wash up and get done.

I step out of the way so he can wash up. I don’t know what to do at this point. My eyes are glued to that cock of his and how big it is.

When I stare at it, I feel that urge kicking in big time. Fuck it. Who am I to resist a chance to do something amazing? He is rinsing off his hair when I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his dick.

He moans out of the water as I take him further and further into my mouth. Almost deep throating him out of pure pleasure. Sucking him more and more. The whole time I just keep going. Breathing through my nose.

Tasting the mountain of pre-come that pours into my mouth and down my throat from his cock head. I swirl my tongue at it. Going all out and having a blast with it. This is the start of something fun. The start of something that could turn out wicked hot. That much I can say for sure.

When I think about it, I know I like this guy. And I wanna be with him forever. That’s a new sensation for me.

While I suck him, I finger myself, getting myself ready to have his dick in my ass. I even crack open a bottle of lotion to lube myself up. Yeah I use lotion.

Certain kinds but I’m not telling you that kind of shit. You don’t need to know that.

When I am good and ready, I stand up, turn around, and let him ease it into me. Fuck he feels good.

And when he thrusts, he shoves me more and more into the title shower wall but I love the hell out of it. I love the sensations that he gives me through his thrusts.

“I don’t even know your name but fuck you are amazing,” he growls.

“Whitten,” I tell him. And what’s yours?”

“Jesse,” he replies before he thrusts faster and faster. Harder.

The more he drives it into me the more I moan his name which gets him going more and more until he blows his load into me.

I drop to my knees and take him back into my mouth. And as I suck I stroke myself until I get release. It is amazing how he has this effect on me. How he makes me feel this way. This rush I have never felt before.

And after long, we are cleaning up again from the sex.

After the shower, we get into the room and I wrap a towel around my waist long enough to grab the clothes outside the door.

I toss him the stack of clothes and watch as he puts them on. The way he covers up that soft skin of his and that prick of his. Fuck he has me wanting to go again but I make it subside with a little trick I taught myself.

Once I toss on a pair of shorts and boxers, I lay back on the bed and turn on the TV. I turn the volume low and tap on the pillow next to me, inviting him back.

When I think about it, I figure this is for the best. This is the start of something interesting. We lay back and talk about anything that comes to mind. The more we talk the more I get to know him. I hate that I have to leave at oh shit thirty in the morning but it comes with this job.

“So I have a question for you?” I ask.

“What’s that?”

“Do you have a job?”


“And do you have a trailer?”

“You know I do. I’m living in it.”

“And what if I were to say I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“I would freak out like a little kid getting their dream toy at Christmas.”

“And what if I wanted you to travel with me?”

“That would be a new one for me. Never heard that one before.”

“I’m serious. I want us to date and I want you to come with me.”

“I paid 3 months’ rent for the power, water, and shit where I am at.”

“Tell her to turn it off and keep the money.”

I can tell he is truly contemplating it.

“My place looks like shit.”

“You mean our place,” I tell him.

At that point, I see the glow in his eyes. The smile on his face. Fuck I have him hooked and happy. That’s good enough for me.

After, we head to his place and get that shit done. I know the landlord is kinda pissed but once I sign a shirt for her she shuts the fuck up. Who would have thought?

At that point, we get it done and hook the trailer to the truck. He drives us back to the hotel. I call a meeting with the manager. He comes over and I bring up the fact that we are a couple. That he is gonna drive around with us.

And when he tries to make a point of saying that he cannot afford to have someone piggybacking off the shit, Jesse speaks up.

“Don’t worry about money. I have more than enough of it. I have it covered. And I won’t be piggybacking jack shit. I will just be along for the trip. I promise I will stay out of the way and everything.”

My manager sighs.

“Then I guess it’s fine with me.”

“It better be fine. We are a package deal.”

Taste of Forever Chapter 3

Sorry about getting behind. I am working on writing novels right now and i tend to become absent minded. i apologize. here we go:

Chapter 3


I travel throughout the United States and before long I find a place that suits my happy ass. a nice place in the south. I need a good fucking tan anyway. Moving the trailer into the park, I stop and park it. I head inside and find out what the rent is. Four hundred bucks. No biggie to me.

I know for a fact that shit is going pretty well.  I pay 3 months of rent ahead of time and pay the money required for the landlord to turn on what I need. I get that shit hooked up and in no time I am doing pretty fucking well.

I have TV, water, electricity, gas. The basic shit I need. Save for one thing.


Fuck I am hungry as a hostage.

So I unload the trailer house and drive my truck off to get something to eat. To the local store. Getting what I need, I bring it up to the register and pay for it without a word of anything other than thanks when I get my change.

Getting back to my home, I put my shit away and head off to the living room. Kicking back on the couch, I turn on the TV and watch whatever is going on with one of the music channels that plays constant music videos and shit.

The more I watch the more I relax. And before long, I have someone pounding on my door. I head over to the door and swing it open.

“What can I do you for?” I ask the guy. He is ripped out of his fucking skull. Wicked hot. And then some. He has me hard as a rock and I am all about that kind of shit.

“You should come to my performance. You could have a blast. Meet me after the fight and we can hang out before I have to head out.”

“Sounds like fun,” I tell him reading the flier. “I’ll be there.”

“Good,” he says. And when I turn, he takes a slap at my ass. Good for him. At this rate, he might get a piece of me. He might not. We will see.

And when I think about it, I know it is gonna be just fine. I know it will work out just fucking right.

Getting to the fight, I sit back and watch everyone else come around. Things are just beginning to get interesting. I have someone sitting next to me that smells heavily of drugs and liquor but I say nothing. Sometimes you just have to deal with the shit that goes on around you.

When the fight starts, I watch with excitement but don’t make an ass out of myself like most would sit there and expect. By the time the fight ends, I am riding cloud nine. A total adrenaline rush. God only knows what the future holds right about now.

God only knows what it takes to make one foot go into someone’s face to survive. I hear a tapping on the cage as see that none other than the ripped stud is staring at me. He taps on it again and curls his finger at me after pointing at me.

When I think about it, I know this is gonna be the start of something interesting.

I walk up to him and watch him head to the door of the cage. “So what did you think?” he asks when we meet up by the cage door.

“I liked it. Gave me such an adrenaline rush just watching it,” I reply. He smiles. “Good.”

“What do you mean?”

“Follow me,” he says and reaches out his hand. His hand is as big as mine. The difference? It looks a tad bruised.

We head out hand in hand to the adjoining hotel to the fighting area. Across the little walking path and up to the elevator which we barely catch up to just in time.

When we get to the right floor, I follow him and his hot bubble butt out before we head right to his room. He tosses me the room key and asks me to get the door open for him as his hands hurt like hell.

I open the door and hold the door open for him. He thanks me and steps inside. “Come in,” he says and heads to the drawers in the room. I step inside and close it behind me, locking it because I know how some celebs like their privacy.

When things come down to it, I know we will be here all night. That’s why I’m glad I have no job and nothing better to do.

“Have a seat on the bed,” he says.

I turn and look around the southwestern decorated room. It is a nice room with a large but single bed, a flat screen on the wall, and wall to window carpeting. Really nice. Comfortable too.

I sit back on the bed and watch as he drops his fighting shorts in front of me showing off his bare ass. I want so badly to touch that ass but I don’t out of respect for the fighter.

“You can come with me when I take a shower or you can just hang here. Either way,” he says.

I nod at him. “Even if I were to shower with you, I don’t have an extra pair of clothes on me.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got you covered.”

He asks me what my sizes are and I tell him. At that point, he pulls out his cell phone and makes a call to his manager telling him to leave the clothes outside the door in a pile before he hangs up.

“Gotcha covered. Come on,” he says and walks his bare ass into that shower.

I head to the bathroom knowing this is gonna be on hell of an interesting experience. Damn sure about that one.

Taste of Forever Chapter 2

Chapter 2


I don’t like what the future holds for me. A grim glass of what the fuck. At the age of nineteen, I don’t have much going on. I have the streets and I have myself. Nothing else and nothing more. This is the sick kind of shit I am talking about. Day in and day fucking out I am stuck under this dam bridge. Nothing is ever gonna change for me.

I know that in the end, forever is bound to kick my ass. And when it does, I won’t be going down without a boxing match in it. What do I do? I fight for a living. Both illegal and legal fights.

A man like me has to eat. And I don’t have any other option. And somehow, I figure it makes me a better person at this point.

When I get done with the fight that night, I take the money and walk out.

“Wait up,” a chubby man says. Okay so he is not chubby but he is built like a damn tank. But you won’t find me fucking someone that looks like that. I can tell you that much.

“What do you want?” I mutter.

“I wanted to offer you a contract. To be a fighter in the ring. All around the world. All expenses paid. You have talent kid. And I wanna let you show the world what you can do.”

“I don’t do boxing,” I growl.

“This isn’t fucking boxing,” he growls back with a smile on his face. Asshat.

“What is it?”

“MMA. This is an all you can fight. You get to stay in good hotels. Have all the room service you want. And you get paid pretty hefty per fight.”

“And what if I get my ass kicked?” I ask him.

“Don’t sweat it. Even if you lose all the fucking fights, you still get paid. And it’s a 2 year circuit. You wanna go for it kid? Or would you rather sleep under that damn bridge the rest of ya life,” the man says and turns away.

“What’s the catch?” I ask.

“No catch. You put ya skills forward and show the world who’s boss. In the end, you do what you want. It is up to you. I’m just providing an option and a better future for you. Or you can end up being an asshole that has nothing and won’t ever be nothing.”

At that point, he continues walking off. I think about it and rush after him. That’s not the way to treat someone. Not the way I wanna end up fucking around.

Getting to him, I hop in front of him and put my dukes up. “I’m ready for it.”

“Good,” he smiles. I don’t know what I am getting into but I know it involves a shit ton of blood, a prick for a boss, and all the dumbasses I can beat the hell out of. And I like that much already.

Getting onto the circuit, I get started into my first fight that night. Getting into the ring, I wait for the other to be introduced and when the time comes around, I start whooping his ass. Kicking it every which way. Almost breaking my feet but hell it’s worth the pain. The more I fight the more get his ass to the ground.

And all too quickly the first fight is over. He is on the ground. Unconscious. Bleeding. And people all around are hyped up from the fight. The sight of two people kicking each other’s asses. I don’t get it but that’s just me. Once out of the ring, I head with the manager over to the hotel and get right to the room.

After a shower, a shave, and cleaning up what few wounds I have going on, I run and jump onto the bed in only a towel. I don’t care that it springs free and my cock ends up bouncing. I just don’t care. I just know it is about fucking time I start having a life. And sometimes people have to make sacrifices to make shit happen.

And that is just what I am doing.

Four fights later, I feel like I’m living the good life. And I’m in this for 2 years. 2 years of kicking ass and taking names. I’m all about this kind of thing. Sometimes life gives you lemons.

And when that happens, I throw those lemons out the window and demand a bowl of grapes. Yeah I’m a bit cocky like that but this is just who I am.

No matter what it is just coming down to this. Doing what I have to do in order to do what I wanna do. Don’t like it. Suck a tit. I don’t care. This is what I am. This is who I am. It is beginning to define me and I know it is for a fact.

Life is gonna kick my ass at some point. I’m only nineteen but I’m getting to suck down bottles of wine thanks to boss man ordering them and bringing them to me from next door in his hotel room.

Things are going swimmingly. I think about bringing up a few boys to fuck around but this would only make me seem like a whore and that is not what this is all about. This is just a matter of time before hell starts taking over.

And to hell if that ever fucking happens.

Getting that bottle of wine done, I ask for a tray of crackers, summer sausage, and American cheese to be brought up.

When the door opens, I get more than what I ask for. I end up with the hot fucking room service guy standing there.

“Got a moment?” I ask.

“Anything for you,” he replies with a smirk.

Just what I am hoping for.

The two of us end up fooling around. Then we start fucking around. Which is fooling around after chatting it up. This is the start of a whole new life baby.

And I am fucking rocking it big time.