Chapter One Emergency In the three months she had lived in the quiet seaside resort of Sandmouth Bay, Dr Rebecca Simons had completed a dozen shifts in the Accident & Emergency Department at the local General Hospital. This particular shift was different though, and likely to be busier than a normal Saturday night in this off-season period. For a start it...
PROLOGUE The wall was white. In the middle was a small circle that was darker than the rest of the paint. An old nail hole probably. I wondered what had hung there. Why it had been removed. Why the hole had not been repaired. A warm breeze blew against my neck, tousling my hair about my shoulders and across my face. I stared through the strands at the wall...
A romance is a tale told by an idiot, full of flowery phrases and stolen kisses, and signifying nothing. To the fool, the teller of such tales, the fascination lies not with the sexual act: a messy business finishing with a shout and a grimace, but with the dance that brings them there. That eternal game of cat and mouse that brings two seemingly complex pe...
This is a true incident that happened in my life. It'd seem unbelievable but this really happened to me. I'm not a writer so please excuse my language. I'm an Indian (from India) woman of 26. The incident I'm about to tell you happened two years back. My name is Anitha Nair but friends and family members call me Anu. I was brought up in the city of Madras a...
Greetings coveted readers: I haven't submitted anything for quite a while. I've just had nothing I wanted to write. Then, the other day, I caught a few lines of a song on the radio. I haven't heard it before, or since, and I cannot seem to recreate the melody in my head. But, the words did make an impression on me. And so, I offer this story for your approva...
Chapter 4 – Asserting Oneself The shallow stairs of the Metropolitan Museum were littered with people, even on a fall afternoon. Tabor kneeded her hands nervously as she stood awkwardly in her leg brace in front of the Gothic, monolithic Museum. "Shy, this is the worst museum. There are too many people." Shy quickly captured her elbows, not only to ush...
I'm not really sure where to place this story. There are no cheating wives and no sex, and yet, it isn't really a 'Romance' story. No doubt I will get lots of comments that it shouldn't be there, but I'll put it in the 'Loving Wives' category (all the best comments come in there LOL) and take my chances. Thanks once again to the brilliantly helpful Azure-...
This is a short (but I think sweet) conclusion to the American Adventure. For my regular readers, you should be aware that I will no longer be publishing under the Loving Wives category. There are far too many people using this site that have a fundamentally different opinion to mine of what that category represents, and since I cannot persuade them otherwis...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is unlike my usual fare, in that there is no corruption of innocence or turns to evil, but there is a transformation of sorts towards the end. Also, this story does not take place in the more light/self-aware universe of the Morgana stories. To make that difference more prominent, the faeries here are a mishmash of the Celtic/Germanic ty...