My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs dripping wet. Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust. My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest. Let's see, what else might you want to know. I am very athletic,...
I would like to thank SouthPacific for his editing work on this story, his offer to edit this story was very much appreciated. Any errors in this story are mine and mine alone. ***** I had been up since just before dawn and, considering it was still dark, I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. To be honest, mind you, I wasn't looking. I had heard T...
My name is Stanley. I live in the house I grew up in because I moved back home when I retired about 15 years ago. We bought my childhood home partly because my dad designed and supervised its building and partly because of the neighborhood. We had also met Sonya and Robert who live right down the street from my house. We had become fast friends and often vis...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 2 - A Sister's Heart From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler As told by: Owen Nomrist Dinner for Two - 8:00 pm - Moses Lake, Wa. Cheyenne caught her reflection in the window of the hotel doors. She stopped to admire herself and do a final check to make sure everything was in order. Staring back at her was a stunning, curvy wo...
Author's note: A frantic week comes to a conclusion. You romance fans will like this one. There is very little D/s and a lot more love and affection. There is at least one chapter still coming. I have to show you Sheila's dress. ;-) As always, thanks to clairgerm for editing. Please vote and comment. Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: "Knowing both my D...
Prologue Darla Padgett cried as she thought about all that pain that she had been through, and to her, as a shooting star went across the sky she whispered to herself, "even the stars were passing judgment on me." In the cemetery, near Eddie's grave, and hours before the train to Montreal was scheduled to leave and take her away forever, young Darla lay in...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
Again thanks to angel-love for editing. This is the conclusion to Coming Full Circle. "I'll call you tomorrow and we can find a time to talk." With that I opened the door. As I went out the door I heard her say, "My God, what have I done?" That was all I heard as I shut the door and threw up my wonderful dinner. I managed to get to my car and close the do...
Last night while we were having a drink with Grindle, we talked about our trip. Jaxson explained that his friend, Jeff, was going to set up camp for us on the far side of the Everglades because it attracted fewer visitors and our camp would be accessible by motorcycle but not by car because there was just a pathway through the woods to the site. He had given...
Part one Waking up in Travis's room the next morning was beyond strange, though things grew far stranger between he and I in the days that followed. I'm not even sure why I want to tell you this part. I suppose it's because waking up in his bed was the moment when I crossed a different kind of threshold, not physical like the one I'd crossed with him the ni...