***** Lamentation's Course ***** Brandon sat in the backseat of the S.U.V., and caressed Sara's hair while mumbling to himself in soft tones. Mercedes watched the strange act through the rearview mirror as she drove down the highway, and was puzzled by the care the large man was showing the unconscious woman that rested in his lap. She could feel his elatio...
She came hard. She came fast. She came loud. Louder than she'd expected to, at least. Louder than she'd intended. The rapid in-and-out breathing had turned into a repetitive series of increasingly high-pitched "ohs" as she'd begun to crest, and she was borderline ultrasonic by the time she hit her actual climax. It wasn't that these squeaks and squeals wer...
Note from the actual author: This is a fantasy story I wrote sometime ago. Apologies to the various fantasy authors I was inspired by/shamelessly cribbed from. Any similarities to any actual people living or dead is unintentional, which should probably be assumed being as it's fantasy. The Calandrian Chronicles: Eloise's Journey From the pen of Tatiana Eve...
"No, there is no overt pressure at the moment, but if I cannot be sure the situation will remain the same if the result is not different the next time," Resham sobbed as she sat next to me. "Come on, things cannot be that bad," I consoled her by hugging her tight and running my hands down her back. "I can sense that the tide has turned the wrong way, parti...
Ch. 03: Getting Better Note: Songs appear as part of the story. To feel the atmosphere that Doogan is creating, and to enhance your reading pleasure, find and play the songs on YouTube while reading the story. * * * The two day stay in the hospital was over. Julie showed no further signs of head injury while resting in bed. Her leg was in a cast and her...
Kelly Yawning, Kelly stretched her arms and accidentally bumped her husband in the head. She turned to face him as he stirred and eyed her quietly, a curious smile on his face. "Mmph, morning," he mumbled. "Morning, Baby," she whispered. He yawned briefly and pulled her close to him, his arms closing around her torso easily. She happily let him draw her...
I like hardboiled film noir, especially Raymond Chandler. Noir means "dark "and this piece is certainly that. I am exploring why people do self-destructive things. None of the characters are angels. But no one is completely evil either; with one glaring exception – Thanks for reading me – DT ***** I was at a two-top in Sheffield's. They were sitting in the...
I never liked the opera, but it was that time again. It was time for our annual pilgrimage into the city for some of what Jennifer calls culture. It was time for me to drag my feet and resist... Yeah, like resisting would do any good. I don't know she ever got me to agree to it, but this was the deal I made. One weekend a year, she was completely in charge....
Hello BPV fans! Sorry it's taken sooooo long to come out with a new chapter. This one was more difficult to write than I thought it would be and I worked on some other projects. This story has major religious and racial themes, so don't read ahead if you are sensitive. I know France does not have a Prime Minister, but it's just easier to write as if they did...
Brent and Joan Evans had been longing to go on a vacation together for well over a year. Between their families, large circle of friends and demanding jobs, the two of them had all but forgotten what it was like to spend some quality time alone with each other. Finally though, opportunity fell upon them and they were both thrilled as they drove their rental...