Mark & Rana, the Iranian Girl Mark cavorted with Mrs. Morgenstern and Fay and Arianna separately until it was time to head off to the University of Nebraska to pursue his dream of becoming an architect. What he didn't anticipate was a sexual drought that would last into his third year there. The subject matter proved difficult and the professors he encount...
Aaron Barnes stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door inspecting every detail of his grooming and clothes for the slightest imperfection in preparation for the job interview he would have just two hours later that morning. It had taken two years of doggedly sending resumes to every possible employer in need of an accountant for him to fin...
CHAPTER 1 Two years ago Conrad Blake had built the two-level house on Dante's Point and then returned to his house construction company to help give other people their dreams. Seven months later he was shot dead in an argument over another guy's wife, Conrad unable to persuade to the husband with the gun that it was just one of those things that happened in...
As I held my wife's pale delicate hand, she slowly opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile. "How ya feelin' babe?" I asked Beth's body was gaunt and terribly thin; her beautiful brown hair a memory. Although she endured the second round of chemotherapy with stoic courage, the oncologist was doubtful that it would have any effect on the rapidly advancing...
This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! Evie dozed for a few minutes in the warm morning sun as she waited for him to get back with the coffee, just giving a bit of a stretch and a murmur as she relaxed....
I do not generally approve of editorializing. It seems like such a redundant and trivial exercise. I like to tell a story, to allow the characters to draw you into the tale. I love to hear that someone enjoys what I write. I even love to hear when I make a mistake, which can show me how I can improve my craft. I loathe the anonymous and pathetic fool who tri...
There is no graphic sex in this story. * CHAPTER ONE The West Country was as beautiful as ever. I enjoyed my job, but the times when I came down to Devon and travelled the western counties were special. Seeing the hills and valleys, with hedgerows delineating the irregular shapes of meadows and pastures, flecked with the white of sheep or the dun red of c...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the first three chapters, please go back and catch up. We'll still be here when you get back:) Hi all! First off, fair warning that there's no sex in this chapter - words were exchanged last chapter, and they can't be taken back. I know it's long, but I wanted to get it all out in...
Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
"He's a nice guy!" Genevieve insisted. "They're all nice guys," Maylene replied with a coy grin as she leaned against the bar counter. "Yeah. Right." Her friend shook her head unconvinced. As the two women waited for their drinks at the bar, Genevieve, a taller honey-blonde, was running the two-minute drill on Maylene. Genevieve and her other friends had...