Ken was just hanging up the telephone as Barb walked in the front door of their home. She could still taste Emily's juices on her tongue as she bent to kiss Ken hello. "Guess who that was on the phone," Ken said as Barb settled onto his lap. "I don't have a clue," Barb replied. "Anyone I know?" "Not really. It was Gary Fanstler, one of my old fraternity...
IV: Help for a friend Chapter 32: Variations on a Theme of Love -- Adagio con moto We arrived in Sydney already late and first got Jenny to her flat -- and now it was really HER flat -- and finally, we were home again. After closing the door, I took a deep breath, turned to Maureen and hugged her as if I would never see her again. She lifted her face to b...
Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in t...
Stalking through the thick jungle, hyperaware of my surroundings, with my twin Sith lightsabers in hand but not yet ignited--I did not wish those fiery red blades to give away my position--I moved in deadly silence towards the men I must kill. My companions were near me, but I ignored them. As an apprentice to the Dark Lord, I knew that the main focus of thi...
Craig is a little disgusted as he seems to have to almost fight his way home with seemingly everything set in his way to detain him. Meanwhile, Amelia almost can't sit still as she waits nervously for him to get home at last and this time, she's determined, feeling like it's now or never, and she's not prepared to accept never. She doesn't know it... But...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
————Prologue———— The first flight had taken her from Kennedy airport in New York to Port of Spain in Trinidad and she stayed for two days at a hotel there on the island, isolating herself as she waited for the next leg of her journey. She sat on the chaise in her suite's solarium and looked out at the filthy city and the polluted gulf of Paria and felt disg...
"Conrad, have you seen or heard from the Doc lately?" "Not in a couple of days. The last I heard; he was out at the Colony. One of the rich and famous probably got a hangnail or something." "Come on. You know he doesn't cater to the rich and famous. We're damn lucky to have him. Any man who gives up on the world and dedicates himself to helping isolated...
First, I would like to thank Jezzaz for allowing me to use his characters. When I read his story, I couldn't help thinking the main male character was a perfect fit for a story I'd already started, so I emailed him and he told me to go for it. This story will make no sense at all unless you've read his story Mr. and Mrs. America, found in the non-erotic sec...
"Twenty-two months is a long course of treatment, Cal. I'm guessing you're more than ready to get these things off." "I am," I told Dr. Sears truthfully. "I have to tell you this is the most rewarding part of my job. All that time in college and medical school plus orthodontics training is worth it every time I remove a set of braces. That's especially tru...