When Inuyasha faded back, eyes closing and going limp, Sesshomaru sat up and looked down at him warily. He'd not been this tired, or this overloaded by sensation in years. He slowly pulled away and sat back on his heels. Inuyasha curled onto his side and smiled, lost to the world, for the moment. "A bath then... and then we'll see how the tide has turned."...
Under her cloak, Monica was almost naked. Despite the nighttime chill in the air, she wasn't cold, she was anxious. She had come here, to "their" spot, as she had every ten years for the last 600 years. Monica had been blessed by all of the forces that controlled the world, to live, die and be reborn anew. Monica also remembered every second of her former l...
Chapter One: Before the magic, there was plain old booze ***** Looking back, Amy and Jane must have been more than a little tipsy that entire weekend, right after their college graduation. It really is the only explanation for most of the events that led to the night that changed their lives. But let's start from the beginning. They had been friends thei...
He watched the way her slender body moved, fluidly, as though undulating currents propelled her shapely calves, sensually rounded hips, and quivering mound-like breasts in perpetual motion. There was something vaguely familiar about her, as though she were some accessible terrain he had once explored with great passionate abandon. Montgomery gripped his lad...
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All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * She had red hair. It was obviously a dye-job. Most likely to hide the natural grey that I'm sur...
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