Author's note: This is the sequel to 'Captured.' It is recommended, though not necessary, that you read that story first, as it provides some background. "Val, come in here." She was in trouble again. Not that she didn't know her parents would find out, but she had hoped she would have a short reprieve between when she got home and when the news got there....
Note: All characters are 18 years or older, some are way older. I have been fighting a sixty page piece that was supposed to fill this spot, but it won. So I am jumping ahead in the timeline a little and will post the other once I beat it into submission. Working title on it is currently 'The Lost Year'. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy. Plea...
[This story equally fits in at least two genre. It could be in BDSM and it could be in Group. Now that I think more about it the story also belongs in Erotic Couplings. If Lit had a category for Polyamory it would fit there as well. There is oral sex (fellatio & cunnilingus), anal, strap on sex, coitus and lots of touching. A bit of bondage, some flogging, a...
[Some of you have never known a man like Tank. I had the privilege. Perhaps this story of fiction mixed with events and feelings quite real will give you a glimpse into what Tank meant to me. I'm putting the story in Romance because from 1968 on it really was love.] * Weather.com gave me the bad news. The drive to Tank's funeral wasn't going to be fun. The...
THE MORNING AFTER (SATURDAY) The rest of the night had come and gone, and the sun was rising high above the sleepy city. Its rays were still too low to reach the bedroom window of Erin's apartment, but there was just enough illumination for one to make out what was transpiring. Erin sat between his legs. Her knees were bent, and she rested one of her small...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
Standing on the edge of the cliff looking out to sea, I watched in the distance, the silhouette of an oil tanker going out to sea. Putting a hand on either side of my hips then taking a deep breath of clean air at the same time listening to the ocean crash on the rocks below. Kneeling down I scooped a handful of dirt then bringing it up to my nose smelling t...
Chapter One "Hold on a sec...its meathead number three!" Selene said, handing Tony his cell phone. Tony rolled his eyes and took the phone from her hand. "Yea, hello? What's up man? Yea...she called you meathead number four." he laughed. "Yea, Dave and the crew. They've been blowin' up my cell all day. Alright man, see you in an hour then." He hung up an...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Chapter 6 Jake Hill and Alan Marshall were nice guys. Jake was an intern doing rotations at the hospital. Jasmine admitted to flirting with him because he constantly walked past her workstation. He was about six foot, serious about medicine, and somehow surviving his first year as an intern. He'd been on crew in his undergrad, an activity that made him what...