Quickies, truly they make the world go round. I mean, without quick sexual release, we'd be a crazier world than we already are. Take me for example. You would never guess it to look at me but I basically live for quickies. Who's got time for the lengthy, wild and time-consuming amorous encounters described in trashy romance novels and poorly written erotica...
Carolyn had never felt so low. Her whole world seemed to be collapsing around her. Ever since the night almost a week ago, when John had stormed out of the hotel room and out of her life, everything had ceased to have any meaning for her. She ate, dressed, worked and slept like a zombie. She picked up books only to throw them down again minutes later. She h...
Its 3am and I am wide awake. I shouldn't be. As a man of fifty years, and after what had transpired today I should be out like a broken light. But I am not. No, I simply cannot close my eyes. My mind is too damn wide awake, confused, satisfied, filled with awe, and an ear to ear smile emblazoned across my face. Perhaps I should begin where it all began. I...
The day ran blue with chilling color. Tiny circles of steamy breath encircled our heads as if we had become angels of ice. I turned to Boo who stood stomping her feet and shoving her hands into the deep recesses or her pockets in an attempt to warm them. Her collar stood up against her cheeks and framing her face was a cherry-colored scarf that twined and tu...
"Oh, what a cool little bookstore," Hannah said, "I didn't even know this place was here." The way she looked at the titles on the sci-fi/fantasy shelf told me everything I needed to know about her: Kid in a candy store. And a geek, too. She just had that look, like the thing right in front of her eyes was so exciting she wanted to take a bite out of it. "...
It was the long school break and Cathy and I were hitch-hiking to the Gold Coast. We figured that if we got luck with our rides we could get there in three days. We were both eighteen, tired of studying, and wanting to have some fun and relaxation in the sun, surf, and sand. By the end of the second day we were well into New South Wales and I was quietly co...
There was will and the way opened It was a piercing scream. The spinster lady heard the scream and pricked up her ears. She located it from the apartment next to hers. The tenants had come in only late that evening. She had not met them but the caretaker of the building had told her that they were a newly married Indian couple. In the U.S. Indians are goo...
I'm not by any means wealthy. Nor someone who is likely to grace the cover of GQ, Vanity Fair, or appear on Entertainment Weekly. I'm just your average looking guy, in his 30's. I rent an apartment in an okay area of town. Went to college for journalism, but changed my career when I decided I didn't like deadlines, writing about insignificant things, kissing...
(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Natasha looked with apprehension at the knife in Frederick's hand as he knelt beside her. She tried to roll onto her side away from him but he held her in place with a heavy hand between her breasts. "What are you going to do?" Nat asked nervously. "I've done every...
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