Theresa M Hochstine
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Theresa Hochstine is a fiction author in WNY. Specializing in Horror and Cont. fiction, Hochstine offers a unique perspective on modern storytelling. Hochstine has an associate degree in English Literature & working on a bachelors in C.W.
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Joshua. Content Warning.
I stood there, fetchingly draped against the door frame studying every inch of Joshua's anatomy. His dark, raven-colored curls illuminated by the candlelight. He had a dark, well-groomed full beard and mustache that matched his head. I could see the outline of his refined angular jawline and his line; coral pink lips glistened from his repetitive licking. His neck delicate and soft; his shoulders were broad, and his arms strong and shielding. My gaze aimed lower, and I began to explore the lower regions of his being with my eyes. I played the song Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez. Josh sat up on the edge of the bed and watched in bewilderment as I got down on my hands and knees crawled seductively closer to him. I danced on him rolling my hips and twerking my ass on his naked frame. Observing in arousal as his intromittent organ grew firmer by the second.
By Theresa M Hochstine2 years ago in Horror
The Ship Of Dreams
I was a boy when I first laid eyes on the Titanic. A glorious ship, the size of a floating building. I couldn’t help but agree with the whispers calling it the ship of dreams. The black and while hull and three huge funnels stretching towards the clouds. I was only nine when I boarded the ship on April 10th. My family and I got on in Southampton, England. We were off to New York City where my father had planned on opening his own bookshop. I was accompanied by father John Willits and my older brother Thomas. My mother Eliza and my sister Jane and Olivia were waiting for us in a townhouse my father had purchased a few months earlier. I could taste the salt of the sea water as we waved goodbye to my Uncle George from the deck of the ship. The sky was blue and clear, and all seemed right in the world. We were excited to start our new journey in a new land. We stayed on the deck until land was far from sight. I remember hearing the call of seagulls and watching the water be thrashed to and fro as the ship pressed on. A new life was waiting for me.
By Theresa M Hochstine4 years ago in Fiction
