Despite the fact that she was in gaol, Mistress Nicola slept tolerably well, until about eight of the clock the next morning, when Bertram Thicknoll, the Chief Gaoler, awakened her and informed her that there was food here if she deigned to partake. Actually, in interests of perfect accuracy, Bertram rattled the bars and announced "Got summat fer brekfus' h...
The "Ryno Memoirs" are indeed true events that I have been lucky enough to experience. The only thing different in these stories, are the names involved. I encourage others to write from their own adventures as well, because sometimes truth is very more exciting than fiction! * * * * * "Wow," she exclaimed! She turned toward me, reached out and hugged me t...
My heart is pounding at the thought. I can't believe this is actually happening. As cliché as it sounds, a weight is somehow lifting from my chest... I barely remember walking thru my front door as we make it to my bedroom. I turn around and face him as I look up at his wanting, craving eyes. He looks down at me, and kisses me, giving me a fragile peck as...
[Note from sub: This, like all our stories, are real accounts of our experiences together.] ---------------------------------------------- We were at a Carnaval festival, one of the biggest of its kind outside of Rio. The colors were bright, the music was thrumming, and everyone there seemed to be out on the prowl. I was topless and being paraded around by...
This is the first chapter. Please let me know what you think. It is a short story with comedy and elements similar. This is also my first story. Thank you. Chapter 1: The Hottest Day Yet. "And I," young Josh Oliver exclaimed "am the ruthless Pirate Redhead, ruler of the seven seas." His friend, Michael McCoy, stared at him. "You can't be Redhead, you were...
Day after day, they tried to redefine their connection. Flirting was working. They both wanted to feel that spark. Unsure of the flame's value, those flickers of excitement kept them both interested. They connected on many levels. He turned her on but she would not let him hear that passion pour through just yet. When they at last decided to embrace the rel...
***Author's Note*** This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "Wish Granted" and any stories in the "Wish Granted" series. You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together. The main character is reluctant to deal with the genie, but willingly and happily participates in the...
A storm passed through, and then there were just faint rumblings and the occasional flash of lightning. Jack was downstairs, pacing back and forth in the dark living room. He was much too wired to go back up and lie down next to Kim. He could hear both of the women as they slept upstairs, could detect the soft rhythm of their heartbeats in the quiet house....
~That which is essential is invisible to the eye~ --Saint Exupery, The Little Prince Marion strode into the lobby of the Hotel Regis wearing her knock off, gray, Armani business suit and carrying a brown, leather attache case. She tapped the gold, ornate bell on the reception desk smartly to draw the clerk's attention and asked if there were any messages fo...
i kneeled by the low table with my back to Him. He had brought blueberry muffins, coffee and orange juice for breakfast. i ate one of the muffins and drank three glasses of orange juice. The whole time i was eating i could feel His gaze upon my back, i could hear Him sipping on His coffee, watching me, eyeing me, and no doubt thinking about what He could fin...