La Playa 5: A Private Dinner edited by Susurrus Sunset was coming on fast as Jonathan and Sarah were admitted through the gate into Steve's private retreat. They were the last of Steve's guests to arrive that evening, and Julie, the resort's Activities Director, greeted them with a smile. "Hi, guys! Welcome!" she greeted, giving each a hug and kiss. Juli...
I want to give a big thanks to the editor of this story, a very clever and patient lady called Bella Mariposa. Where this reads fluently and clearly, it is down to her. The rubbish bits are all my own doing. I was thirty nine when I first stopped feeling young. I was sitting at a table in a pub watching a striking young woman I called Cat - a stranger unt...
Patrick got to the dance fashionably late. It was one of the rare times that he didn't have a date, the object of his most recent attentions had smiled and told him that she already had a date. Jennifer was the most popular girl in their freshman class at State. Patrick had dated her in high school, just a few times. Like always, she was either with one jo...
Hi readers! I'll start this chapter with a quick update: Aran, Sara and Sorla have spent many weeks in hiding in the Hidden Temple beneath Maralon. The Heralds of Dawn have not withdrawn their search for Sara and Sorla, who killed three of their men. The Heralds have continued to scour the city day and night, making it nigh impossible for Aran to venture i...
Chapter Twenty-Five: Deals and Dragons That became the new pattern for us for a couple of days. Walk until almost supper, spar with Aedan -- badly -- and then work on meditation with Alistair. I'd gotten to the point where, when necessary, I could ignore the movements, shouts, pokes, and tickles of those around me, and maintain my focus regardless. One even...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** TITUS The sinking sun cast the sky in crimson, illuminating the thick fog of the marshlands in ethereal red, the helms of the Highland army barely glinting through the haze. I watched it through the silk fabric of my mask, the rest of my body submerged in a murky pool. Topographi...
This story part of the Grinch doesn't have the sex in it like before only hints of it. I hope this story clears up some things for some, that comes later in the story. All mistakes, grammar and editing, errors are mine and mine alone, sorry that you will have to deal with it. I don't have anyone to edit or proof read other than myself. I hope you enjoy the s...
19.1: Moonsong ----------------- Erik rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands and sighed, his breath ruffling at some of the papers on his desk. Neat writing covered the pages, all concerning the now-bustling village of Suravale, nestled in amongst the ruins of the once-great city of the same name. He went over them again, the grainy feeling in his e...
Mmm. Warm apple pie. Warm apple pie with just a hint of vanilla, sort of like pie a la mode. At perhaps the most magical moment of my life, that amazing smell was giving my senses —primarily my sense of touch — a good run for its money. I was balls deep in Angela Talarico — the first time for both us — and while it wasn't the smoothest or the best either o...
This is the third Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from this story onward the Convertible stories will all be standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...