Beth found it most difficult not to share her most recent exploits with someone. With Martin away on yet another interminable sales trip, she could not confide in him. Nor was talking to Anne of any use —she had been there! But had always been important to Beth to discuss her sexual conquests. It was a way of confirming that it had really happened, and it wa...
"Chloe Can't Suntan Today" - Early Spring, 2019 In the middle of the week, sometimes the Lodge found itself scarcely populated. It was understandable that the girls were busy. Filming, interviews, premieres, etc. All of them took the girls away longer than they would like. But of course since the doors were never closed to the girls, there was the occasiona...
Chapter Thirty-Five: We're having a picnic... Once finished with my personal morning details, I returned to the campfire. Alistair was about to stand up, no doubt to offer me his seat, but I shook my head, pushing down on his shoulder, and then just parked myself in his lap. I'd never have been brave enough to do that before, but I'd never been so utterly c...
Chapter Four – Carlotta. Evelyn's heart thumped in her throat. The racing blood made her feel dizzy. It also made her fingers fumble as she closed the door of her car. She stood in the late afternoon light that made the copper of her hair glow. My God, was she nervous. Slowly she turned and walked up to the house, clutching her purse and the bottle of wine...
**AUTHOR'S NOTE** I've had this one for a few years. The chick in this story is based on the same former friend in "Against All Odds", but the bass player is different. Savvy rock fans may recognize him if they pay close enough attention, though I did change maybe one or two details about him. The former friend had a crush on him, but a bigger crush on the b...
While some specific places and names have been changed, the events in this story are all true. This is my story, and the story of my love, my heart, my Lord and Master, my true husband. While it may seem from the text to be a tale of lust, it is not. This is the story of our love. * I knew he was coming; he should be at my room any minute. I couldn't wait;...
Chapter Seventy-Seven: Making Friends I had entirely forgotten about Leske and the dwarf commoner being in the Carta's dungeon. I'd played the dwarf origins up to Ostagar, but never past; from what I remembered, Brosca should have been dead from self-imposed starvation, and Leske barely hanging on. And at no point was I aware of a problem that would cause...
Saturday night at the Lodge. As always, the night had quickly gone to 11 in the main lounge. What started off as a mock fashion show (since some of the girls were bringing new, Spring wardrobes with them) somehow ended with Jennifer Lawrence tied up in the center of the room. Girls were taking turns with her, with 2-3 at a time eating her out, or another mou...
Chapter One Hundred Five: Waiting Game After a bit more discussion, Theron put his helmet back on and disappeared back into the Barracks. Nathaniel followed him because, despite his status as an Arl, he wasn't willing to evict any of the current occupants from their rooms, especially the women. I suspected he was trying to avoid Kallian entirely, and while...
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Choices With Wynne, Morrigan, and Zevran all exhausted and Leliana still asleep, we decided to delay travel for another day to allow for recovery. I climbed into our tent, grimacing at the two new holes in the canvas. Aedan, Alistair, Sten, and Shale set up some sort of watch schedule, and after a few minutes to fix trampled tents and s...