Hello again! I realize it has been a while, but I did warn you it would be. I think this should actually get me back on the normal schedule for posting this story. And I am not done with Bliss, I assure you, but Malcolm and Melody haven't been as open with me lately as they used to be, so it is taking a bit longer. (And to the anonymous emailer with the bond...
(I was installing a new drape track in a condo when this chick begins talking on the phone to her friend about a recent romance she'd had. Since I had my tape recorder handy, I secretly taped her so I could repeat is all word for word. Apparently she's always been a bridesmaid but never a bride, till now that is) ***** The waterfall was crushing, its whit...
[Several years back I wrote a series of stories called Dress Off, about an agency of female secret agents who employed unusual and highly public games of embarrassment and exposure in order to recruit promising new agents. The main story's fifth chapter was an unintentional cliffhanger for far too long as I took a break from writing, and I have now finally r...
Later that year, Joel Hodgson launched his Mystery Science Theater 3000 Kickstarter. Cautious as I was, that didn't stop me from going out to every one of my professors asking if they needed help with anything, because I wanted to give as much as I could. I managed to collect two hundred bucks for various odd jobs around campus, all of which went to the revi...
Author's Note: This is fourth and final installment in the series, and it follows "The Ex-Girlfriends Across the Hall". * * * * * * * * * "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for trusting me. I'm so glad we get to be together like this, Chris." I was glad, too. Bordering on ecstatic. But I've jumped ahead. Let me catch you up. If you've ever been dumped...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured: to get the full experience, please read that one first. Hi everyone, I'm back, and far more timely than usual. I'm back into the swing of things, writing-wise, which is saying something because I'm working on my second novel on top of Panic Moon, and a couple of other projects that I'm sure will inter...
Teona Felicite, former princess of the Kingdom of Violeth, fully-trained sorceress of the Craft and accidental exile in the majestic and splendid alien city of Prolix, burped mightily, her mouth filling with the spicy tangy taste of demon semen. "Oooooh," she groaned in discomfort. "I feel so full." Her fellow refugee Baglish Fark, the apprentice magician,...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or older. ***** STOWAWAY Aurora was on a broad reach, ploughing through a friendly sea, heading south by east. It was one of those days, crafted specially as a gift for sailors, with a steady fifteen-knot breeze powering the sails, a long rolling swell and very little chop. Leaving George the...
Disclaimer: Welcome to chapter 8 of The Square Peg. This story contains a relationship between a mtf and a ftm. Things don't always go perfectly. If you haven't read the previous chapters, much of this won't make sense. Vonnie goes by the name Kevin at school and at home, and by Veronica at work. Drew goes by Andrea at school, and his dad sometimes calls him...
CHAPTER 1 Glancing out the kitchen window Annie Williams shrieked "You Big Idiot" and raced out yelling at Tony. "What's wrong now?" "You're piled those lawn clippings on to my spring bulbs that are just emerging." "Aw lay off. It will only delay their emergence having to push through rotting grass and they'll be all the better for it." "No they won't....