Happy holidays! This is the final chapter for the mission of the heart series. I hope you guys like it! I hope you guys had a good Christmas and good year! -YoursTruly101 ----------- ("The deal is done," the dark figure said, sitting behind the desk. "You know what must be happen." The female figure looked at her, pleading. "I know it's done," she said...
If she could go through with it. Jessica made this point very clear to Trina. It was part of the deal. She would have Trina over to the house on the evening they decided upon, but Jessica had to be able to back out of putting her husband in the guest room if she changed her mind about going that far. "Like I said" Trina told her, "I do not want us doing any...
Author's note: As with all of my stories, this one is a slow-burner and leaves something to the imagination. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters are over 18 years old. ----- "I dare you." I stared at the words again and they seemed to take on a new meaning, the letters morphin...
CHAPTER ONE A well-known man in the Nelspruit community, John Carpenter, took his wife and two sons out camping for a weekend in a woodland reserve. His daughter, Jane, could not go with them, as she was in Pretoria University righting her final exams majoring in archaeology and doing her final level in martial arts as a sport. The older son, Graeme, had en...
Disclaimers: The characters are my own creation. This is part 2 of “Two Halves, One Soul”. This story picks up where the last one ended. Constructive criticism/feedback is much appreciated. A heartfelt thanks goes out to my beta reader. I couldn’t have done this without your input, support, and corrections. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sleek black Harley hugs...
This is my first attempt at an erotic story and I would be very interested to receive any comments that you may have. I normally write Science Fiction and there is perhaps a hint of that in this story (old Habits die hard). Hope you enjoy it. Day One– The Girl. It was wrong... It was a silly thing to do but I did it anyway... After all, it never happens to...
This story is protected by copyright and may not be copied or reproduced without the explicit approval of the author. * I peered thru the window at my daughter Megan and her friend Rachel as they strenuously practiced their cheerleading routines in the back yard. I was envious of their innocence, their youthful energy. It only seemed to magnify the despai...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
That night, I had trouble sleeping. I was tossing and turning and unable to get the image out of my head that was burned in there by Courtney. Me, laying naked on a desk while Courtney fed me. Perhaps the 'while Courtney fed me' part was my own manipulation of the image she had given me today at school. Still, the image was crisp and clear in my imagination...