Even though Rosalind had put a white handkerchief in the window, the Duke did not show. She was restless, her shadow flickering up and down the room as she paced. The Chevalier knelt outside her door, watching her, unsure of what to do. He knew the reason for her lover's absence, a quarrel with his favorite Lignerol. It would relieve her, to at least know...
It was nice to be driving toward home. Well, not really. It was nice to be on the ground. And it was nice to be back in my own car...but that was about it. Those things didn't change the fact that after traveling almost eleven hours, Ann was still over two thousand miles away, and I was still well over a month away from being with her again. And the closer T...
Ann was sifting through the photos I'd just taken of our intense sexual encounter in the parking garage, watching them develop. I was winding the car down the ramps to street level, on our way to find a place to eat. I was paying the attendant when Ann said, "Holy shit! These are really hot!" I don't think she realized the guy was listening, but I loved i...
“Thank you to my many readers who have responded so enthusiastically to my stories of Delilah and John. I appreciate your wonderfully positive emails, your votes, and your public comments. I write for you, and you alone…Enjoy…DeeAnne” Delilah awoke to the warm sun’s gentle kiss on her face as it streamed across the king-sized bed. She stretched lazily as sh...
I have received a few complaints about how I categorize stories. I have a great deal of sympathy with those complaints. I find the categories a bit restraining, though I understand the need for them. This is foremost a tale of the supernatural. For that reason I put it in the "Erotic Horror" category. Given the glut of vampire shit in the world I was surpr...
To the reader: I recently found myself waiting for a connecting flight at the San Francisco airport and grew tired of watching the parade of people going by so I started looking around for something to occupy my time. Sitting on the seat next to me was an out of town newspaper from somewhere in the upper Midwest, Cleveland, or Chicago, or Milwaukee, or some...
This one is more or less a sequel to the two stories I've already posted on this site. You may enjoy it on its own, although you might find yourself at a loss over a few details. Same warning I gave for 'The Balcony' applies though: while far from being what some might call decent, I don't think it's strictly porn. After posting it, I got a few really sweet...
Joy to the World playing softly in the background, Christmas was definitely in the air in this small corner of sunny Florida. A large, finely adorned Christmas tree blinked its lights from the corner of the Italian café despite the soft morning light of Boxing Day. Traditional holiday and Italian flavors mixed and floated from the kitchen and caused mouths t...
"Camille, you should rest." The words came from a great distance, prying into her thoughts as she stared at the awakening day. She was tired—having slept little in the night—and her body was wracked with pain. Leaning heavily against the window frame, all she could think of was how to get out and what Niko was doing. "Camille?" She turned her head to see...
Eight Number one wife meet two and three. She was waiting at the gate with a surly guard when my limo pulled up, I was out and over to her even as we stopped. "Come on. Let's get you that look over my ship you wanted." I escorted her to the car and climbed in after her, pulling her into my arms as soon as we were seated, a discrete real driver turned his...