Chapter 1. Small quantities of love-tunnel oil splashed out of my hole; slowly, hotly, meandering down over the taught orb of my lower buttock. I could see my coral-colored, puckered, bung-hole blinking spasmodically in the reflection of my bedroom-closet mirror; constricting erratically in anticipation of what I was thinking of doing to it. Secrets from m...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 3: Mark and Samantha Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior by the female partner. Most conclusions are derived from statistical data...
Chapter 12 The Challenge A note to my readers. I tried to write this chapter with more passion but I think that once you read it, you will understand that there was no way to get to the passion any faster without losing your attention. I promise more passion in Chapter 13. Feel free to give me your feelings on what I'm doing. You are the ones I write for. T...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like this story, please provide me your feedback and let me know it. Also, any input you have as to what you would like to see happen with these characters would be great. Finally, like Mary Katherine, I am looking for my Miss Violet, so if you are out there, I want to hear from you. * Day One... Mary Katherine slowed her BMW and pu...
The First Photo Shoot Lizzy was aware that Cate liked to work with a camera. She thought they'd get into it at some point. That point came one Sunday afternoon. Cate asked, "If Lizzy would want to pose? She had an idea that came to her." Lizzy said, "She would enjoy it." Cate had a nice Nikon digital camera. It was better than other cameras she had owne...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty....
I was driving a semi load of 'Starving Artists' paintings from the Port of Los Angeles to the East Coast for a series of sales to be held up and down the Central and southern Atlantic region. My first delivery would be to Greensboro, North Carolina, then three more cities in North Carolina. Then I'd pick up a load of frozen barbecue in Charlotte, and haul it...
As always, please favorite, comment, rate etc. I loved hearing from you all. ************************ Part 3 It had been over a week since the twin's party. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Nell. All day. All night. All the moments in between. I was borderline obsessed. I had gone camping alone overnight a few days earlier just to clear my head....
Daughters of the American Evolution - Susan, Ch 02 Conclusion Stories from one front of the global war * * * * This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into...
Halloween, Samhain, All Hallow's eve. Here's my paranormal romance for the season. HUGE thanks to E for being my sounding board, even through my annoying plot issues. Comments/votes/feedback are all super appreciated. Thanks for reading!! Early October It started with a card game. Okay, not any card game. My best friend's sister had recently opened a mind...