Chapter Five: Putting the Pieces Together Pacing in front of the large window behind his desk, Robert Armestead was worried. He hadn't heard from either Manelli or Silverman. Yesterday, he had sent them to follow McKenzie and, if the opportunity arose, introduce themselves in their usual fashion. He expected to hear from them yesterday evening but they neve...
Laura and I had been married now for over five years and to me it was as if we were still on our honeymoon. Yes we still made love daily and sometimes more than that; we still cared for each other as much as we did the first day we were married. I was so much in love with her that when I was quietly working (I am a translator of law books and other official...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Sister Golden Hair Delight Chapter 21 Fucking Good Sex and Oh So Bad Karma Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 To the gentle reader, This is a rather long chapter but I believe that you will find it well worth reading. If you do indeed enjoy it, please send me an email through the website. I promise to answer every one I receive that has...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Feleena and El Paso City. This is a follow up to our first "Invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continuing support we might make this a regularly semi-annual event. As always I would...
Chapter 14—Little Italy Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: After the fittings, they went to have Italian food in Little Italy. Aunt Francine forgot to mention some other people might drop by. I am told there were 47 major film and theater awards represented. That is, 47 on that night. The count has gone up since. On the other side of the room was Susan Fa...
Part 1 of this story is mostly true (The conversation on the observation deck is made up). It took place several years ago while I was on vacation in Jasper, Alberta. The rest of the story is based on a dream I had that night. No sex takes place in part 1, only some flirtation and attraction. This isn't a sex story. It is a story of mutual physical and emo...
The room was a mess. The rose petals weren't just on the bed any longer; they seemed to be everywhere. Besides the remnants of the food in our room from the night before, there was now also a large tray on the desk, filled with dirty plates and dishes from our midday breakfast in bed. Most of our suitcases were open, and they looked ransacked, evidence that...
She was lying back, relaxed, but still breathing through her mouth. "Why did we do that?" I let the silence last, then said, "Are you overthinking us again?" More silence. "I was hard, you were wet. There was suspension of inhibition, and our bodies did the rest." Another pause as we let the glow dissipate in the late afternoon sun. "There's more to it t...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made suggestions to improve my story. Any other errors you may find are mine alone. * * * It's said that opportunity only knocks once, and am I ever lucky I answered that knock. Looking back, though, my childhood wasn't all that lucky. Dad and mom both worked to provide eno...