Paranormal excerpt of the day
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valarltdFrom Five Time Loser
Currently out of print
Pelton closed the phone and walked into his chapel. He made shocking obeisance before the altar
and then chanted, stroking himself. Five times he orgasmed into the fire, the last wrenched from
him with a groan of agony.
“Father Asmodeus, Lord of Lust, hear my prayer and deliver me my desire,” he prayed.
Slowly, deliberately, with no extraneous movements, he reached out his left hand and knocked
the semi-trailer off of the model rig.
***
Tom never saw the patch of black ice in Indiana that sent his trailer into a skid. Nor was anyone
ever quite sure afterward as to exactly why a securely closed kingpin had sprung open so that
only the trailer rolled down the embankment, leaving his tractor to screech to a stop.
The emergency lights flashed and flared off the shards of a million dollars in high-end glass
products, now reduced to sand, as Tom filled out the accident report and took the berating from
his dispatcher.
Under company orders, he bobtailed to the Terre Haute terminal and braced himself for
disciplinary action. Needing the comfort, he called Pelton. He knew he should have rung
Marybeth, but she'd just worry about him.
“Are you all right?” Pelton sounded frantic.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Trailer isn't, though.” Tom wasn't sure he wanted to talk about the wreck. He
wanted Pelton to whisper naughty, sexy things until he felt better.
“Oh shit,” Pelton moaned. “But you're okay? Is your truck okay?”
“Not a scratch on either of us, I don't think. But I am so fucked.”
“Oh, Tom. You stay safe.”
“I'll be back around after I get all this straightened out. Might even take some of that vacation
and come see you.”
“All right. Call me, or I'll worry myself to death.”
“Only if you promise I won't get your daddy.”
Pelton laughed a little. “Tell me how it all goes.”
“See you soon, sexy,” Tom promised. He hung up as he parked the truck. His laptop alerted him
to an incoming e-mail. He opened it and smiled. Pelton had sent him a very sexy picture and a
spicy email to help him feel better. Now better braced, he went in to face his dispatcher.
Currently out of print
Pelton closed the phone and walked into his chapel. He made shocking obeisance before the altar
and then chanted, stroking himself. Five times he orgasmed into the fire, the last wrenched from
him with a groan of agony.
“Father Asmodeus, Lord of Lust, hear my prayer and deliver me my desire,” he prayed.
Slowly, deliberately, with no extraneous movements, he reached out his left hand and knocked
the semi-trailer off of the model rig.
***
Tom never saw the patch of black ice in Indiana that sent his trailer into a skid. Nor was anyone
ever quite sure afterward as to exactly why a securely closed kingpin had sprung open so that
only the trailer rolled down the embankment, leaving his tractor to screech to a stop.
The emergency lights flashed and flared off the shards of a million dollars in high-end glass
products, now reduced to sand, as Tom filled out the accident report and took the berating from
his dispatcher.
Under company orders, he bobtailed to the Terre Haute terminal and braced himself for
disciplinary action. Needing the comfort, he called Pelton. He knew he should have rung
Marybeth, but she'd just worry about him.
“Are you all right?” Pelton sounded frantic.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Trailer isn't, though.” Tom wasn't sure he wanted to talk about the wreck. He
wanted Pelton to whisper naughty, sexy things until he felt better.
“Oh shit,” Pelton moaned. “But you're okay? Is your truck okay?”
“Not a scratch on either of us, I don't think. But I am so fucked.”
“Oh, Tom. You stay safe.”
“I'll be back around after I get all this straightened out. Might even take some of that vacation
and come see you.”
“All right. Call me, or I'll worry myself to death.”
“Only if you promise I won't get your daddy.”
Pelton laughed a little. “Tell me how it all goes.”
“See you soon, sexy,” Tom promised. He hung up as he parked the truck. His laptop alerted him
to an incoming e-mail. He opened it and smiled. Pelton had sent him a very sexy picture and a
spicy email to help him feel better. Now better braced, he went in to face his dispatcher.
