Author’s note: this is part three of the Snow Nymphs. Rock hard is how she would have described it. It, being the cock standing at attention in front of her that had some serious length to it. It stood with a slight side-to-side waiver as it awaited her to do something. I could devour it, she thought, but she knew …
Author’s note: This is the second part of Snow Nymphs. This is also my first attempt at horror-erotica. As luck has it, this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “decisions”. Are you ready? “So, let’s talk Snow Nymphs.” The room filled with the low rumble of locker room-style uncomfortable laughter. Sergeant Arnold Roland stood in front of the assembled officers and wished …
Snow drifted down papering the streets. Spun out and snow bank imbedded vehicles left a clean white path between them. Empty sidewalks awaited the first footprints of those brave enough to walk out into the storm. This was The Storm. The worst storm Calgary had seen in more than a hundred years. Jason peered out of the truck’s foggy windows …