-V- Valentine awoke suddenly and with a great thrill of carnal ecstasy as she found the doctor's hands upon her breast and at her hidden gate. He tweaked and rolled her nipple while two long and tapered fingers slid into the dewy channel his manhood last had claimed just hours before. Valentine roused fully, her voice rising with surprise and sudden delight...
Dear Reader: It seems I just couldn't leave out a bit of romantic prose in regards to Michael and Bianca. Theirs is a story that was too short to form into a novel, but one that needed to be told. This brief taste of the Native Dawn series gives us a glimpse of Michael and Bianca and the events that occurred between the end of Book 20 'Dawn Unleashed' and th...
"Are we there yet?" Buku was the only one that had revived from a sudden loss in power. The Maltese Cuckoo was supposed to maintain all functions against the dampening power of Pangaea's atmosphere. Evidently a certain alien Grey miscalculated somewhere. Having crossed time to the nearest point possible to locate the missing passengers of Flight 312. He mig...
We were camped near the river, a day's journey from the town when it all had begun, maybe six weeks before, or maybe in another life. We had followed the river on the way up, up to the point where it turned and flowed back toward north. Somebody said that even the river feared to go further to the south. If it was so, now that we had gone further to the sou...
*** If you enjoyed my sci-fi series Space Relations, this novella has a similar format. It is less about the sex in this one, and more about the innuendo and the story. *** Sir Longenhard sat brooding at the tavern bar, swirling the last of the swill at the bottom of his mug. He drank the rot, at the same time recalling better times when the ale tasted prop...
I was lying on the bed naked, covered by only a small piece of the bed sheet. I had been tied up in the middle of the night so my slender body was drawn out along the length of the bed. It seemed to me that I resembled one of those carved wooden figurines attached to the bows of old ships with wood fashioned to look like tattered remnants of clothing blowing...
***This is the final chapter. I hope it hasn't been too hard to follow. With everything in place for Kate and Jürgen, I can now take the reader to the ending in one hopefully enjoyable go. This was never meant to be a long romancy thing. Rather, It's more of a little tale where two people find a lot for themselves in a very short time, so I've kept it a litt...
Homage homage (noun) — a expression of honor, respect or reverence for a person; an artistic or literary work imitating or in tribute to another "She felt the way you do at night, deep in a dream you have dreamt before and is beginning again; certain that the dream exists, and certain that it will end; wanting it to end because you're afraid you will not b...
There's something about warm sunny days that makes me feel good. I stood on the front stoop for a few moments enjoying the warming rays of the sun dressed in my flannel pajamas and a terry cloth bath robe. As I walked toward the mailbox at the curb my neighbor Chuck who was weeding his garden waved at me. "Morning Blondie!" Chuck exclaimed a big smile on h...
Author Note: Dear Reader, I hope you enjoy this 99% fictional story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will warn you though, it is lengthy. But, I wrote it as if it were a multi course, gourmet meal. Each dish is more delectable than the last, bringing you to the best part, the dessert. This is a Summer Lovin Contest entry so if you love it be sure to vote...