Solomon’s nightmares – Desecrating Solomon III

Sweat covered his body from the reoccurring nightmares that visited him faithfully every time he closed his eyes. Darkness, pain, water, drowning. And always that monster’s hideous face as he got to work on Solomon’s head with the drill. He’d never forget the hellish scream of the tool. It always echoed at the back of his mind like a sound stain. The white noise that came to fill the silence when he slept. Desecrating Solomon III available now on Amazon

Master’s punishment – Desecrating Solomon III

And for somebody like Grandmother, Golgatha was a harrowing punishment. It could kill her as it had many. Master had said those who died in Golgatha were taken for their own good. It meant that their souls were nearing damnation. In those cases, God would mercifully kill their flesh and take their purified spirits to Heaven so that their souls could not be seduced into the bosom of Hell. Available now on Amazon

Solomon and Chaos are back!

There was something in Grandmother’s tone that caused her blood to tingle and her fingers to scrape along the grate in agitation. Tell me she wanted to say but she couldn’t get the words out. She only waited for it with her eyes closed, knowing it would bring a big change inside her. “Your mother …” Grandmother began in a shaky whisper. “I have to tell you about your mother.” Her heart began to hammer in her chest. “Promise me you will forgive me for not telling you the truth,” the old woman said with an agony that burned through Chaos. “I promise,” … Continue reading

Chaos

“She’s one of the… Mistresses of Fertility.” Chaos searched her mind for the odd term. “You don’t know of it,” she whispered, like it was another confession she’d been holding in. “It’s a private sect of the order for…” her words went tight again before she finished on a heated whisper, “…providing disciples for the flock to win more souls.” The agony in her tone made Chaos’s stomach clench as she fought to connect this with Solomon.

Feel the heat between Chaos and Solomon

She slipped her small body between him and the door, wrapping her arms around him. The softness of her breasts pressed into his chest and the need to run and hide, to bury himself in another time multiplied through his blood at lightening speed. The fire it created burned through his skin and right into hers igniting imminent escape between them. They clawed at one another’s clothes, tearing off the barriers blocking their way to freedom. The only way out was inside. Inside the sweat and cries of passion, inside the searing heat that would devour his cock with a … Continue reading

Desecrating Solomon III is here!

If the driver stopped, then it would be the sign she needed. It meant she should go on. Do the thing that seemed right. She stumbled along the side of the road, her arm shaking with the brutal weight of longing in her body. Longing for life and love. And Solomon. She closed her eyes when the tears stung them. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, she hoped to herself. No, that was selfish. They should stop. They should stop and end it all. The vehicle slowly rumbled past. She watched out of the corner of her eye, relief and … Continue reading

  • Note:

    I usually refer to males as the more dominant and females as the more submissive. The intention is NOT to say that ALL relationships should fit that pattern. My relationship experience is with male dominant, female submissive arrangements and that is the only sort of relationship I have firsthand knowledge about.