"Would you pass my wine, please?" "Sure. Shall I top it up...if I can do that without spilling it on the pillow?" "Why not? This is a lot better than that horrible bubbly stuff we had at the reception. What is it?" "It's what we wine connoisseurs call 'red'." "Thanks, I'll make a note of that...I'm glad that you suggested we slip away." "Weren't you wor...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: First, let me thank everyone who read the first chapter and offered their insights and views. The food-for-thought I've received from you has helped me to think about what to include (and not include) in the newest revision. Thank you! Normally after I've finished a story I write a little introduction, musing about what inspired me...
I heard the door to my office creak open. "Nice of you to knock," I said without looking up. "I always do." She doesn't—and I don't mind, really. Daphne Carter, director of operations for our group. Nice lady. Vaguely reminds me of a sterner version of Tina Fey. She can really scare the shit out of people when she wants to. Day and night, the two sides o...
When Isabella finally opened her eyes, she was aware of lying between Thomas and Gabrielle, their lips to her temples and their hands gently stroking her body. "Welcome back to earth, my love," whispered Thomas. "We were wondering if you'd ever return." Isabella smiled, closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply. She realized that she held Thomas's half-hard...
For new readers, this is the story so far: Isabella Silverto, a thirty something woman from 18th century Naples, is facing her second arranged marriage. After witnessing incest in her family and being deflowered and opened to passion by an older friend of her father's when she was young, Isabella developed a sensuous, lascivious nature that she had had to su...
[This story was heavily inspired by H.P. Lovecraft. Since most of my stories take place in Lovecraft country, I felt it was time I finally came up with a horror-oriented story with some of my old characters. The following contains elements of incest, so if that offends you, please read no further.] La'Tonya Morse looked at the clock as her car sped past the...
The previous summer . . . School's out for the summer! The lyrics to that old song kept bouncing around in his head. It seemed the ditty found new life every year, much to the annoyance of many. Regardless, he was thrilled that school was out—for him, forever. At least, high school. Senior year had been dreadful. It had been hard—he was not the studious...
It was typical of me to do something nice for the women in my office on holidays, especially Valentine's Day. I wasn't the office boss or even any sort of manager, just a guy who liked to do small things out of the kindness of my heart to make the people around me feel a little better about the day. I worked for a small advertising consulting company in the...
Author's Note: This is my Valentine's contest entry. If you could vote and comment, the gay werewolves will be eternally grateful. This story was inspired by the Team America "Montage" song; if you're not familiar with it, you might want to look it up on YouTube (not essential, but will definitely enhance the experience). **** It's been four days, three h...
Chapter 3: Who! The Big Reveal One Week Later - September 2015 My wife and I put a lot of thought into the script for our next meeting, the dramatic big reveal; she wanted to surpass the Mother of Dragons reveal at the end of season one of "Game Of Thrones." (Movie folks always think in those terms. It was a striking reveal.) My driver could get Jace to t...