Thanks goes out to Tigerssman for the editing, to my Dad for some aspects of this story and of course, my family with just a few of my Christmastime traditions. ***** Soon it would be Christmas, all the kids were excited. Then the blizzard came, all the kids knew Miss Joy came from where there was lots of snow. They asked Miss Joy if they could make a Mom...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
My name is Francesca Karin Aadland Romanetti and I am the leader of the people of the "Good Kingdom," the mountain valley paradise that is known to the native Tibetans as Swarga Loka, which is its Sanskrit name. My family of sisters and I live on the highest mountain in Tibet, called the Shishma Pangma, where the colossal Himalayan Mountains form a border be...
Chapter 20. Paula and Paul She had come to my campsite from hers to thank me for helping her son that morning. "He seems to be a good kid," I said. "Yes, he is, mostly. He is not nearly as helpless with his broken leg as he led you to believe. He had ulterior motives." I nodded but let her statement pass without comment. She understood that I knew what h...
Author's Note: It is recommended to read the previous chapters of this story if you have not done so already to better understand the storyline and characters... The next morning Jen reluctantly asked Dan to help pick out her outfit for the evening. Mr. DeWight fucking her the night before last was a 'big elephant' in the room between them. She and Dan we...
The woman in this story associates colors with sounds and with forces of nature, even sex. This is a story of her quest to capture those colors in her abstract paintings, and of her love life with a French wine merchant and art collector, Andre, and a French-American fashion model and artist, Claudine. Chapter 1. Synesthesia; Andre The sound of the fog...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
Hey folks, another year has come and gone. Merry Christmas. * * * * * * My name is Clinton Conners. I'm thirty-five years old and at the beginning of this story, I was confused, and pissed off. Those were, however, the only things I knew about my situation. Of course, there were other things going on in my life, but at the time I was blissfully unaware of...
(A Christmas romance) Chapter 1 Jen opened her tiny eyes, it was very early Christmas morning and it was quite dark in her cool bedroom that the three-year-old shared with her toddler sister. There was just a narrow ray of moonbeam peeping through the gap in the curtains which revealed to her a silent movement, a momentary flash of white. There, she thoug...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...