She was still horny; Either the humans were lying to her, or cold showers just didn't do anything for the Fae. Ever since the Celestial Conjunction in the early 21st century, the one that made magic possible, and enabled the Fairy races to return to the Earth, the sexual habits of the Fae had been criticized. Y'cynndaarielle was trying her best to adapt to...
Pierre was not my lover, even though we lived in the same estaminet. But we had been friends for a long time, ever since I had come to live in Paris.. He didn't seem to make friends easily, and I think he was envious of all the friends I had. It was so much easier for a girl in those days in Paris. He certainly envied me my monthly meetings at the Salon. Al...
We've jumped 20 years out of sequence of my life as the only unusual episode since my experience with the evil Brenda (Blackmailed by Brenda) occurred 17 years earlier than this story while I was married. AS my stories are fact-based I am checking whether the other party in that episode is still alive So, I may jump back 17 years if I can, in a story possibl...
I stretch upwards, leaning back over the highest bar of the little wooden bridge, enjoying the heat of the sunshine, the breeze on my skin. I stay there, bent half backwards with my arms over my head, enjoying the peace of the park, the ducks quacking and splashing, small children hitting each other far enough away for their raucous squeals to blend into a p...
"This is what the mountain women look like? Fetching, indeed." The warlord descended the steps from his chair, standing up to his full height, well over seven feet, and stretching his wings to the ceiling to get the blood flowing again and then retracting them. He approached to the kneeling captive, grabbing her chin with a clawed hand and pulling it upward...
Anna woke, chained by the edge of the rough stone hearth. She stared into its cold recesses, wanting more sleep, but rousing herself before the last of the banked coals died out. She shifted and rose to her feet, brushing away the straw that clung to her muslin skirt, scant protection against winter's chill. She stretched up on toe top to reach a nub of cand...
If you read the first two chapters of Discovering Christina, you'll enjoy this second installment more. However, if you decide to skip them, here's a quick recap: Ross Daniels is a bachelor in his late 40's who has pretty much given up on finding love and passion in his life. That is until he meets Christina, a beautiful blonde in her early 20's, who is fil...
The kids have long since gone to bed. We sit about the living room having enjoyed a nice meal out. We sip our drinks and talk. The conversation growing more and more comfortable as we all settle in. Yet, despite the laughter and ease there is still something hanging out there. A certain feeling in the air that’s at once dangerous and exciting yet soothing an...
The tube train rumbles and clatters around me. Absently, I smooth the fabric of my dress over my lap, and feel the bumps of the suspenders holding up my stockings. I smile to myself, a little thrill of delicious wickedness wriggling in my belly. I steal a glance at a clutch of my stony faced fellow passengers, stifling a giggle with a cough. If they only kne...
She stood at the front entrance of an old industrial brick warehouse, having been converted to posh flats in a now gentrified former slum. A small bulb lit the door and intercom. Behind her, darkness engulfed the visitor parking lot, occasionally lit amber by a few dim street lamps. Beyond, an empty sidewalk and wharf looked over the bay. It had rained, leav...