By Katherine English and Captain Dee * * * * * Katherine: I trembled…ever so slightly. Sitting on the wet tiles, I watched Him labor between my thighs in the muted steam of the shower. His fingers were gentle… so gentle as they slipped between my "lips", stretching them outward as he passed the blade over my sex, erasing my auburn thatch and leaving my...
*Author's Note: Love at first site is rare. So are whirlwind romances. But every now and then the stars all line up and both people somehow 'just know'. This is one of those times. ****** "So did you have a good time?" her friend asked. "It was okay." "Just okay?" "Yeah. I mean, it was nothing to write home about, but it was...nice." "Wow. Try to tamp...
This farcical story is totally fictitious—no resemblance is intended to any persons dead or alive, or any organizations for that matter. The situation regarding the Parthenon Marbles is real, however. I have profound respect for the many individuals working to achieve an agreement on the future of these truly great works of art. Hopefully, someday, the Marb...
Chapter One Spaghetti Bolognaise Watching Leo His long black fringe falls into his eyes as he leans over the cooker. He pushes it behind his ear where it stays momentarily before falling forward again obscuring his cat-like green eyes, that I know are framed with the longest black eyelashes. He tastes the sauce, the tip of the wooden spoon disappearing bet...
This is the seventh installment of the LIAR series with Max and his team. Hope you're enjoying the set. You can probably read this one without having read the prior stories. I've tried to offer enough detail about prior events to make the current story self explanatory. ***** Chapter One Crossing the Threshold The door crashed open as Ross kicked it for...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
"Master Mark! Aaah! You are hurting me!" "Just a bit longer, Syr, you can endure it for me, I'm sure. Both of us are going to be happy when this is done." "But, I'm bleeding. I'm not acting this time. You are too rough." "I'm not too rough. You are going to be fine!" "Be more gentle. AAaah! Not like this!" "Stop whining! You promised to do this for me."...
It was a cold Saturday morning in London when Viju woke up, and stretched herself lazily in the bed. It was eight in the morning, and she had the luxury of getting up at her time since the kids were already out of the place on their weekend trip. Viju was warm and flushed since she had been dreaming of her sexual encounters with Mahesh earlier that year in...
Let me be clear from the beginning. I love men, and especially my current husband. But, I confess I also love women. When I was a bit younger, I thought it would be easy to have both men and women in my life. Well, I found out it was a bit more complicated. I also discovered it was worth the effort. And, the final lesson...everything comes with a price tag....
This is a sideline from the Live from the Game universe. I quite like the concept of the little cheaters support group, and I wanted to flesh it out a bit. Don't worry, Ryan is going to get one more story, which I've got sketched out now. In the meantime, here, enjoy this. There's no real point to it – no real conclusion. It's just background to who the w...