Author: AlienWolfie

Wheel of Fortune [MF] [Public}

I’m a little distracted today. Of course we all have problems, and they seem to pile up on Fridays, as if the world was going to end during the weekend. I walk to the coffee shop around the corner, not really wanting to do anything. I order a cappuccino, giving the girl an automatic smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. I look around and see people coming and going: one guy looking as sleepy as I am; another one talking over the phone, barking orders to someone who must be an employee; a couple of teenage girls giggling and chewing on blueberry muffins, because that’s what we do when we are teenagers.

The girl calls my name, I grab my cappuccino and turn around to leave the shop. As I do that I trip on something. Someone. Good Lord, there’s a guy in a wheel chair and I was distracted enough not to see him! I spill half of my coffee on his red sweater.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, sir, I wasn’t looking, and now there’s cappuccino all over you and I…” I say, mortified. I tend to ramble when I’m embarrassed. Read more »

Inferno: Part 2: The Carnal Tower [M/F] [Fantasy]

After that first interaction one would think that my Master Demon lived in a dungeon of some sort and I would be tied up the whole day, being tortured. Nothing could be further from the truth. His place is very organized and clean, everything in its place, a perfectly made bed, towels folded in the bathroom… Maybe his controlling personality shows up in the details. Being the messy person I am, I often get scolded for not organizing things like I should. Scolded is not a proper word, because Master has never as much as raised his voice to me. Who would guess a demon could be so calm?

He is like no one I ever met. He says things you would never expect to listen and he does that in a really simple manner. And not because he’s trying to be nonchalant, but because he is. That’s something he always says. He is. Another day he asked me why I liked long showers, and added “There is no shower that can wash your dirtiness. It’s like a sin that never washes off. It’s forever with you. It’s forever like a brand, but a brand that you carry on your soul. A brand that will never be erased, no matter what happens. It’s not like a tattoo, because a tattoo can be removed, but a brand on your soul stays forever with you, you take it with you to the afterlife, missy!”. I was speechless, something that doesn’t happen often except when I’m with Master. He’s very intense and there’s also the mind reading thing. That was one of these moments. I was just thinking that he scares me sometimes. Read more »

Inferno Part 1: Limbo (MF) (Fantasy)

I must be dreaming. Yes, probably I’m still sleeping and having a very, very strange dream. But the coffee in my hand feels so hot and real! And so does this handsome stranger who sat uninvited with me. Handsome and a bit scary. The hazelnut beard could be a little shorter if he asked me. Wait, what am I thinking? His eyes are the problem, eyes that see deep inside your soul and suddenly you can’t hide anything from him. I stare at him, trying to ignore the need I feel to touch him.

“Hello, missy. How’s your coffee?”

“Black, sugar, no cream” I answer automatically.

“No sugar for me, I enjoy the bitterness”

“Listen, I don’t know why you sat here with me, but the truth is…”

“I’m gonna say this only once, so listen carefully: it’s really painful to deal with the truth, precisely because it is the truth. And once one knows the truth then they’re left with a heavy burden. Humans are masters of self-deceiving and unable to handle life according to the truth. In the eyes of the cosmos we are all sinners.” Read more »

Eyes Like Yours (my first time writing!)

I stare at the bottom of my glass, contemplating the ice cubes and the idea of ordering another gin and tonic. It’s hot, it’s still early, and I don’t want to go back to the hotel. Traveling for work is sometimes tiring, and the hotel room is always the same.

“Another one? ” asks the bartender. I nod without much conviction, but without resistance either. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I think about how many gin and tonics the company would deem appropriate for their new speaker to drink alone, in public. I look up and suddenly face the darkest, most fascinating pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. A look so deep it seems to suck me into it. And I have seen darker than ebony, with curved eyelashes and very thick, very masculine eyebrows. I blink twice, embarrassed when I realize I was staring. Feeling my face burn and redden, the bottom of my glass feels like a safe place.

“Why did you stop looking? ”

Oh my God! I turn around there they are, the black eyes, accompanied by a neatly trimmed beard, framing a really handsome face. And what voice was that? A little hoarse, like someone who has just woken up. Read more »