This is part eight of our story. Reading previous chapters will help you to get to know Christine and Peter better. We join our story in progress, after Peter has confessed his secret. He is an immortal, and Madeline, his former lover and wife. Christine is dealing with this revelation as best she can, and demands a meeting with Madeline... ***** They awok...
Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings...
Emmaline Black woke with a fever and a memory. A memory of Sophie, licking her, loving her, and then biting her ; leaving from an open window on the third-story of the Black family estate. Emma could not shake the image of Sophie's shocked face as she pulled away. The window was still open and there was frigid air blowing inside. She felt her forehead and k...
All's Fair in Warfare Thunder clapped angrily in the distance, ripping the night with momentary light. Rain beat down hard on the black buildings of Berlin. God was grieving for the lifeless body lying on the floor of the Wust family home. Emily Wust awoke with a start. She sat bolt upright on her bed. Was that me? She brought a trembling hand to her throb...
Below us, the smoke from the fires I had kindled obscured the view, but I could see above us four archers keeping up a steady fire. I scrambled up the hillside, with the help of my rescuer. Two thoughts occurred simultaneously. They knew who I was, and they had wanted to save me. For the first time since the assault on the convoy began, I breathed a sigh of...
This is the continuation of The Nightingale, for those of you who have not read the introductory chapter. This will contain a portion of the sex, but I would best describe it as foreplay. Enjoy. Feedback, comments and criticism are welcomed. "I am sincerely sorry about disturbing your slumber, Elisif," Serinee said in a hushed tone. The sudden realization...
The Sultana entered the harem flanked by her hand maidens, making her way to the royal chamber. The harem was a relic from before the time of her husband’s grandfather, when the Sultan did not take wives. Instead the blood line was continued by any number of mates in the harem producing heirs. Since the Sultan’s grandfather had stated the tradition of marryi...
Over the years, I've met up with Martina several times, but for the most part we've been chatting online. I enjoyed our "sessions" more and more, we shared some of our innermost secret desires and discovered new ones together as we had some of the most depraved and kinky exchanges possible. I love her, in a way that's hard to describe and new to me, but feel...
"Okay, I've got five bags of potato chips, six orange crush cans, an emergency kit, six water bottles, two comforter-style blankets, power packs for our cell phones, and enough clothes to last a while, I think we got everything," Jamila Ahmed said, smiling at her lover Bianca Haywood, who leaned against the rented Rav4. Bianca looked at the bags full of good...
The Organization, Part 1 Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers I've never cared much for other women, they're just too much into drama. On the other hand, I've always loved men, but this one was beginning to annoy me. "Where are you taking me?" I asked the beefy troglodyte holding my arm and 'assisting' me into the long, black limo. By the way his jacket bowe...