It had happened late in the eighteenth century, in England, at an unexpectedly debauched bacchanale held at the behest of the Prince Regent. I was a poor younger cousin down from Scotland, almost on the shelf at nineteen, but pretty enough to catch the regent's eye, so pretty enough to be asked. After Scotland's restrictions, London was something to get drun...
Mason was becoming happier and more comfortable in her relationship with Neal as time went on. He let her live her life and he lived his, yet Mason knew if she needed him ... for anything ... he'd have been there in a second. Nor did her obsess over his masculinity. Most men would have been very unhappy about having a girlfriend who could, quite literally,...
The difference in temperature as they entered his apartment was palpable and he thanked his lucky stars that today was the day he'd remembered to set the heating on a timer. The wind outside had been bitter although not entirely unexpected. What was unexpected was the girl in front of him, and he still didn't know quite what to make of her, there were too ma...
*** Thanks to all who has commented on my previous stories. I really, really appreciate. Actually, this is my first series and the longest story I've ever written. All comments are welcome. *** ***** Sophie stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Her pale skin with a smattering of orange freckles was still in great condition for her "almost" 29 yea...
Fiona smiled as she signed for the box. She wondered if the delivery driver had any idea what he was an accomplice to. As soon as she shut the door, she whipped out her pocket knife and opened the box. It contained only a note and a garage door opener. Had Victor sent her the wrong package? Where was the sexy outfit? She opened the note. I expect you to wea...
Janine decided that it wasn't worth getting pissed off over. She had been waiting for half an hour on her date to arrive, and there was still no sign of him. Standing in the lobby of the movie theater, she checked her watch again. Ten more minutes and the movie they were supposed to see was going to start. Where the fuck was Alan? They had not been getting...
Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she walked down East 53rd st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and she was on her way to have dinner with her Grandmother. Actually she was several hours early for her usual Friday Dinner but it was such a beautiful spring afternoon she had skipped a boring lecture at the City University. One of the conditions her parent...
I was stuck cleaning up all of this mess. Don't get me wrong - the regular bartenders at the Irish pub did a decent amount of work. We were slammed that night. Jon Stewart came in after a stand-up show at the university across the street and it felt like the entire audience came with him. We had a line out the door and had to call in almost everyone who ha...
A few years back I met a lady Software Engineer in a conference at Bombay. She was in her early thirties. She was tall, charming, intelligent with two seductive eyes and a voluptuous body that could inflame passion in any male. On the first day of the conference I read a paper on software implementation engineering that had attracted her attention. She was w...
This is my first time submitting and really writing about anything of this nature. I'd love some thoughtful input and recommendations. -------------------------------------------- Vincent Carter was no hacker. Far from it in any way, shape, or form. Though well into his twenties his technical aptitude was that of a sixty-five year old grandmother. Which m...