Notes from the author on part 8: It was nice to see the return of the rough and tumble tita, Stephanie Santos. She is such a fun character to write. The archeological dig mention in the story is not far from the home of my friend on Maui. He went over to check it out. Apparently it's the real thing. My friend reports that archeologists uncovered a camp esta...
Authors Note: I sincerely hope that the original author "wantwhitewomen" doesn't mind this continuation of his story "Dot Makes Tim a Cuckold". (please read at least his last chapter or two for background) Mark Twain once said "Plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery". Although I did not plagiarize but I did shamelessly use the great characters and st...
Author's note: This is the final part of Keya Oko's introductory story. I awakened to sunlight, from Jinai pulling aside the curtain. It took me few seconds to realize that I was still naked. My hand was stuffed between my legs, and Musa was in the front room. "Are you well?" Jinai asked, frowning. "I am perfectly well." I grabbed my dress and clutched it...
Abby shook her head. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. First, the bombshell laid by her boyfriend Craig (she supposed she should refer to him as her "ex-boyfriend" from now on) that he had been seeing someone on the side. And now she was trapped within a sculpture she was supposed to be protecting. When she left the apartment after Craig's rev...
Chapter 7: PUBLIC SQUARE Each of the chapters in this series may be enjoyed as standalone stories, but the events and characters are richer within the context of the whole story. ---- I woke to the bedsheets being yanked off my naked body. That was obnoxious, even for Cole. "Hey! You don't knock anymore?" "It's not in my job description," Cole said...
Much the same way the Sun will leave a pulsing and vivid imprint behind closed eyes, even if you stare at it for just a second, 42 year old Antonella Capuano had been dealing with something eerily similar for the past four years. Things had been great back then, idyllic in fact. Her Husband had just been hired as head football coach at one of winningest hig...
Last month I moved to a new flat in Rhodes, a riverside suburb newly developed to take advantage of the current rental price gouging in Sydney. This is one of the old pre-boom buildings in a group of older ones, no garage and only one washing line that is in shade all day. The adjoining block of apartments (we share a driveway) has plenty of parking and six...
The night started out like so many others. Tyce and I had talked about for weeks, but it still ended up the same way. Our counselor said we needed to schedule more time together alone, without the kids, for 'us time'. Obviously he didn't know what it meant to trade stellar earnings reports with three governments and sixteen bloodthirsty shareholders. The tim...
Lydia Benson's head pounded, stomach groaned and feet throbbed as she eased her 1999 Beamer into her brand new 3 car garage. Switching the engine off as she clicked the garage door closed behind her, Lydia slowly accepted the dreams of grandeur she had fixated over in her 20's of marrying a rich doctor and leading a life of nonstop traveling, shopping and 3p...
Authors Note: This is the final chapter in the "Striga" series. The Italian you see Antony speaking towards the end of the story was looked up/translated from a free translation website. I checked and rechecked everything in Italian that is written in this story at least twice. If it turns out to be wrong, blame the translation site. Also, I would like to...