Johnny Sins Solo Novels & Stories

"I'm seventy-five and very happy with my boyfriend." I thought about it for maybe three seconds before deciding I wasn't interested in starting over with someone new. Adrian had been it for me. My one great love, my partner, my person. Everyone else would just be settling. And I'd rather be alone than settle. But being alone wasn't the same as being lonely, and over the next few years I built a life that was full even without a partner. "You're doing really well," my therapist observed during a session. "I'm surviving," I said.

It’s got a heated floor, good for any place that seems to be stuck in an eternal winter, as well as shower that has like a gazillion different jets that can spray you all at once, making your cleaning time that much less. I begin stripping from my clothes, tossing the grey stained tank top and pair of black jeans I was given as uniform for my time in the prison. I’m going to burn that shit when I have the chance and maybe even this Chloe girl if I end up meeting her today. I head into the glass encasement once I’m free of all that nasty clothing ad immediately turn on all the jets, setting it to one of the hottest water settings possible. It’s just under the temperature that my skin can shri

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

I was alone, the only company I had was the steady humming of the air conditioning in the distance and the constant drifting of the curtain. I braced myself. This show was all too familiar. A hand reached for my shoulder. I could sense the hand way before it touched me. The presence of another person was almost impossible to hide here. In a swift movement, I had pulled my gun from the back of my pants, hidden by my jacket, and raised it at the man behind me. Adalfieri. He was alone. He leveled a sly grin at me. "Impressive." He moved to the bar stool next to mine and sat. I still held the gun at him, not flinching.

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

But this male, made even the largest guys I'd seen look small in comparison. Once I'd gone down to his body, my gaze naturally swept up again. His mouth was a full, sensual red and he had unusual facial hair. Long, closely clipped sideburns that marched down to the ridge of his square jaw. A high forehead, arching black brows and the familiar amber eyes that was focused intently on me alone finished the visual tour. He was looking me over too, maybe assessing me the same way I did.

“We’re confirming. And you’re going to prove your innocence the hard way.” They didn’t take her to the penthouse. They used the soundproofed executive suite on the 37th floor, the one with the reinforced St. Andrew’s cross, heavy chains, and the padded bench that had seen plenty of “motivational sessions.” Ryan locked the door. Marcus stripped her slowly, almost reverently, until she stood naked except for the day collar and heels. “Full interrogation,” Ryan announced, already uncoiling thick black rope. “No safe word tonight. You’ll take everything until we’re satisfied.”