Lite little story I came up with while doing some drinking at Applebee's. Sort of a Halloween theme, no real sex but it is described. Not a stroke story.
Imagine a life form traveling between worlds as a parasite, changing the host to something grossly different. Imagine being a wealthy man that bathed in an isolated warm pool and his loss of control as he is consumed from within...
Jaime is an English cabin boy on a Dutch merchantman in the Caribbean in the early eighteenth century when piracy and sea dueling between the Spanish and English flourished. Jaime was well versed in the duties of a cabin boy, and he didn’t mind doing them too much. He would welcome any master who came through the captain’s cabin door and demanded that he lie on his back.
"In the unforgiving West, danger and desire collide. Ione Beaumont, a fearless and cunning woman, crosses paths with Deputy Marshal Thomas Rigg. Bound by circumstance and drawn to each other, they navigate trust, resilience, and the high stakes of survival in a world that leaves no room for mercy."
This is the sequel to my other story titled 24 Kills for Shelly. This 80000 word story finishes the end of man what the Norse (Vikings) called Ragnarok. I haven't finished editing the last couple of chapters so please don't get hung up on the grammar and spelling errors.