**** -- CHAPTER 7: Montauk II -- **** *-- JULY, MARSEILLE, FRANCE --* Gingerly, I lay back against the plush pillows of the king-sized bed, getting myself comfortable before extending my right arm out into a curve, creating an inviting spot for Cassandra to recline against me. She accepted, pillowing her head against my chest before reaching back to pull...
I think we were all getting tired. I mean really tired: getting up early to enjoy most of the perfect winter days on this mountain, skiing all day, partying just about every night and doing our best to sleep in a cabin full of people... Not easy. The first two or three days and nights were fine, but now, at the end of this wonderful spring break week, the si...
The four of us laid on the large couch in sheer exhaustion. It was more than an hour later, well after midnight, and we were spread out like fallen dominoes... Cassandra was on one end of the couch, leaning at an angle into the armrest... I was leaning into her... Gloria and Maggie were laying down, knees bent, and in a spoon position. The tops of their head...
I just love family reunions. A lot of people say they do but they don't mean it. The name is Guillaume Saint Georges. A tall and slender young Black man of Haitian living in the Confederation of Canada. After graduating from the University of Toronto with a bachelor's degree in Criminology, I moved to Ottawa to attend the local Police College. I'm now an off...
This is a twisted little fable, based on a twisted little nightmare. I definitely need to get my head examined. Oh well, enjoy! ****** In general, Lena was able to control her temper, which was a good thing since she was an experienced practitioner of witchcraft. The talent for magic ran through the women in Lena's family, getting stronger with each gener...
She walked through the thick smoke, passing the piles of bodies set to flame. She heard the screams, coming from everywhere and nowhere, echoing through the haze. She had been here before. She knew this place. Every detail of it was carved into her soul. A scar that would never heal, she would never let it. She knew what would happen when she turned around....
Hi everyone, After taking a break from writing for a few years, I've decided to try my talents at erotic literature. I'd value any and all feedback, especially from my target audience, which I guess I would say is the "Fifty Shades" crowd. So ladies, particularly married ladies, are invited to write me with ideas, critiques, and fantasies they would like to...
Cassandra woke, pressed against the soft form of the other servant. Bleary eyed, shifting restlessly, she bit down playfully, taking Lace's earlobe between her teeth. Lace stretched slowly, running her feet down Cassandra's leg, toenails scratching her smooth skin as she began to stir, pulling the velvet sheets tighter around herself in a vain bid to steal w...
This is a work of pure fiction inspired by recent discussions about lipstick, and passion and just eroticism in general. There will most likely be at least a part two because it's already churning around in my head. As always I love to hear from people both about my work and just to chat. The midnight train as it was called by most of the people who rode i...
This is a continuation of "Morning with the Girls". Again, this is a true story, although identifying information and some unimportant details have been changed to protect the people I love. Enjoy. * When I got up again, the clouds had dispersed, the cookies were cooling in the kitchen, and Cassandra and Alison were in the midst of a new plan. They were...