AranaDarkwolf
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Thank you, Jon! This is my first attempt at a full length novel, so it's taking me a while between chapters, but I'm also learning as I go, so it's a great experience for me.
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Remmington Montague graduated from high school in the top three percent of his class. Both Jason and Nicholas, his brothers, graduated as Valedictorians of their classes. After going to Louisiana State University on a football scholarship and obtaining a bachelor’s degree in criminal psychology, Remi turned down an offer to play professional football with the New Orleans Saints in favor of going to Tulane University to obtain a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. Getting accepted to the New O
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AranaDarkwolf posted new chapter in Sex In A Bottle: A Collection Of Love And Erotica Poetry
Hunger Only You Can Ease Into your hands my soul awakes Your touch it takes my innocence I melt into your love so rough My body quivers and it shakes Each corded muscle becomes tense Under your hands so gently gruff Now all reason my mind forsakes As I prepare for love intense ‘Till I can only say “enough” And all the will I possess breaks I beg “don’t keep me in suspense” I need your hands so gently rough And I can only beg and ask you “please” “Fulfill the hu -
This is a collection to my own favorites of my own works of love and erotica poetry.
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I’ve always been nervous when I’m introducing myself to someone I find attractive. Nikki was no different. Black women have always been exotic to me. Nikki made exotic seem like the understatement of the century. She was a silken ebony goddess. She stood about 5’6” or 5’8”, which made her decidedly taller than I am. Her skin was smooth and the color of dark chocolate. She was thin, but not overly so. More like she was in shape, but not athletic, per se. Every day, I would watch her walk by, her
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In this short story, we're taken on a date, and we follow love, pain and passion.
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John Spanton left home that day. He already had a fake I.D. that he used to support his cigarette habit. He went to his contact and obtained falsified school records showing that the person his I.D. purported him to be had graduated with honors as the valedictorian of his class, with a 3.85 GPA. John had been running “packages” for his contact since he was thirteen years old. Carl Ross had been the closest thing John had to a father ever since he’d started using John’s street-smart
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The day after that disturbing phone call, Remmington Montague headed straight for the forensics lab at the New Jersey field office he worked out of. His brother, Jason, was the leading expert on trace analysis and also worked with the DNA lab. The whole way to the office from his apartment, Remi was trying to figure out how to break it to his younger brother that the serial killer they were hunting had their mother. His older brother, Nicholas was the Medical Examiner at the same field office. H
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Agent Remi Montague stood five feet, eleven inches tall. He was a lean, but muscular two hundred twenty-five pounds. He was second in command of the F.B.I. Behavioral Analysis Unit team he was in. Having grown up in New Orleans, he had a permanent tan and a southern charm that almost never failed him. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were an intense jade green. His mother was a Creole woman and his father was of French and Israeli descent. He was graced with sharp, but exotic features.
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John Spanton came home one day, and he’d had enough. As he walked up to the dilapidated, molding house he lived in with his hooker/exotic dancer mother and her newest ex-con, drunken boyfriend for the last six months, he heard them screaming at each other...again. Walking up the overgrown, broken concrete walkway, he tossed away the Newport cigarette that had been hanging from his mouth and rolled his crystal blue eyes as he jiggled the doorknob and shoved his shoulder into the rotting wood, for
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In a sleepy little town just on the New Jersey side of the Jersey-Pennsylvania border, fall was settling in. The trees had the broadest spectrum of reds, yellows and oranges anyone could possibly see in one area. Children were playing in their front yards in piles of leaves, as they tried to squeeze every last drop out of summer that they could before their school work got serious. Young couples were walking their dogs in the park. Older couples were sitting in the park gazebo, or in rocking cha
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In this story we meet FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit Agent Remmington Montague on the case, hunting a serial killer known as the Hudson Murderer. For 5 years now, bodies have been getting pulled out of the Hudson River in metal boxes, and in various states of rigor, having gone through unspeakable tortures. When the madman calls Remmington to tell him that his mother is the next victim in line, the case becomes a race against time.
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She was young. Beautiful. Innocent in so many ways. But that was years ago. I flipped the picture of myself down on the mahogany dresser, and looked up to the reality of my mirror. My once cornflower blue eyes are now a dull grey. I've dyed my now blood-red hair so many times, and so many colors, that I had forgotten its natural coffee brown color. As I looked back at my bed and saw Maria and Trina lying there, I smiled to myself, knowing that they had no idea what they had gotten themselves int
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In this story we meet Alexis Montgomery, and she tells us of her adventures in sex, love, kink and intrigue.
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I should have internet tomorrow night, so I'll post chapter 4 of Malpractice, then, and spend some time actually cranking out chapter 6 so it's ready to post in a few weeks!
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Just wanted to let all 3 or 4 of my loyal fans know that I'm not going to be around for a while until I can get internet at home again.
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If my writing DOESN'T move me, I go back and re-write it until it does. I figure, if it doesn't move me, it won't move my readers.
