Aren’t Russians supposed to be happy drunks? she thought as she scrounged up some paper and a pen. Maybe if he tried rum instead of vodka… Brooke went downstairs, going over the questions she had to ask him, swearing up and down that she wouldn’t let him intimidate her. But once she saw the great-room-turned-bedroom,…
Author: kisupure
The Beast of Bell Island #5
Brooke had to wave her father goodbye from inside the tree line as he boarded the small private craft headed for Anacortes. She trudged up the cedar path back to the villa alone and contemplated just what she’d gotten herself into. Her stomach started growling as she stepped back in through the front door. It…
The Beast of Bell Island part 4
Jack Ilyin bore little resemblance to the man in the TED Talk video. His face and bare shoulders were ruddy from sun exposure, his dirty blond hair long enough to tie into a sloppy ponytail, and his chin was burdened with a beard that would make the most discerning of Portland wanna-be lumberjacks green with…
The Beast of Bell Island part 3
The door undid itself with an unassuming click of a latch and swung inward. It was dim, lit only by the natural light filtering through the thinning marine layer of clouds and fog outside, but not dark. The entryway was large and deceiving in its grandeur; Brooke knew money when she saw it, even with…
The Beast of Bell Island part 2
Brooke made small talk with Andy on the way out from Anacortes, but it was hard over the roaring drone of the runabout’s outboard motor. And she was distracted besides. He asked about her dad, but she didn’t have much to tell him – he just assumed that it was a sensitive case and didn’t…
The Beast of Bell Island part 1
“Did I tell you that they’re sending me to Bell Island?” Martin called from the hallway bathroom where he was doing a last once-over before leaving for work. His daughter, Brooke, who was reading in the living room of her father’s Anacortes home, looked up from her book. “No. Where’s Bell Island?” “Just east of…
He’s so handsome ♥♥♥
Sorry not sorry – it’s only been a little over two months, but I’m still gonna gush about how wonderful and amazing he is. Unlike the previous photo I provided, which was a 2000 or 2001, lifted, with light bars and a rack and shit, this is actually him: pretty plain jane, which seems to…
Gonna need a better mousetrap
A commission for the very man who got me into size kink smut fiction – Missiletowe!
Mostly leaving tumblr!
so I’m just less and less interested in the social media thing, it’s generally been a big disappointment overall, so I’m phasing out my tumblr use across all my accounts. (tho this is the only one that’s gonna matter to any of you) I will be posting art p much exclusively to my blog at…