Alright, so last chapter was a bit of a kick start into the story. The reason the previous chapters were so slow is because I wanted to let the characters sink in. From this point forward, I'll be delving a bit deeper into the story but don't fret; I love some hot scenes as much as the next person =P. And, as always, please check out the previous chapters if...
Ada's heart thumped relentlessly. Her body was covered in sweat despite the cold night air. Her blouse was so ripped up that she was practically wearing strips of cloth over her bra. Her skirt, now a few flaps of denim, now barely covered her crotch, revealing her bare legs and boots. The rain drizzled, forming puddles where she sat. She had to keep moving....
"Can you tune it to ESPN2?" the cute blonde asked as she downed the last of her thick frothy pint. "And another Guinness, please." The sports bar I run in Bend was nearly empty on this Sunday night. The summer tourist season here in Central Oregon was winding down, snowbirds already flying south in their Winnebagos and kids long ago back at school. The moun...
Ted was in kind of a hurry, being late for watching the football game on TV with his buddies. So, when he raced through the local supermarket, his mind was on getting his beer and getting his ass in gear. He hurried to the beer and wine section, focused on only one thing...getting the two six packs and getting out. It was gonna be one helluva game and he did...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was inspired to write this story after watching a match at the Scotties Tournament of Hearts, the Canadian women`s curling championships. Curling is a great sport but I understand not everyone gets it, so I tried not to use too much jargon or make it too much of the focus. This is my first attempt at a genuine, romantic, redemptive love stor...
Thank you everyone for all the comments and feedback from the last chapter. I didn't know it would be as well received it has been and probably will continue to be as more people read it. One reader sent me feedback asking me for advice about their son who has autism. Stuff like this keeps me motivated to continue this story, even at the slow pace I write. H...
Chapter 1 "How much longer will we have to wait, Claire?" Claire Chamberlain looked at her sister, then glanced around the table in the back of the occult bookstore which she and Sybil ran in Des Moines. "We will wait as long as we have to wait, Sybil," she replied. "We have waited sixteen years, what is another few weeks or months?" "But the power, Aunt...
Matthew sat in his study. He was pondering, he was thinking about himself. What was he doing? A few days before he had been a good loyal husband to Sarah. Not a single extra marital adventure; he had not put a foot or rather a penis wrong once in all their time of marriage; not even one casual misdemeanour - though it had been a close thing with Trish Dalt...
My name is Justin Holland. I've always thought of myself as an average guy -- at least for the first twenty six years of my life. As an adult I'm 5'11" tall, 180 pounds, brown hair, green eyes, average looks and sexual equipment (at least that's my impression from sports locker rooms, though I've never "studied" it, or felt the need to), and slightly above a...
Vito De Mare, Italy 2017 The trail to Maria Gomez led them across the ocean. The trip was surprisingly easy and made on a private jet. The Italian province of Vito De Mare was little more than a tiny island floating off the tip of the boot of the country. It was a haven for the wealthy, the bored, and the overtly depraved. What Vito De Mare was primarily k...