Alexander aka Xander Coyne stood in his shower under a scalding hot stream. Two days after joining Stacy Puma in visiting her home town of Iron Wolf, Colorado he was still feeling the effects. Booze, Peyote, rough sex, humiliation, and the final blow living through Stacy's savage teeth and dagger like nails. The hot water stung at his scars. The woman was vi...
This is a slow start to a series, but it will start heating quickly in the next chapters. i would love to hear from female readers if the fact that the story is written in the first person, from the point of view of a man, is preventing them from connecting with the story or the characters. * "I can't believe it's almost the end of the semester! I thought...
The exclusive men's club of The Pink Cushion was built in the shape of a heart. Its gigantic double domed roof caressed the clear blue evening sky like voluptuous, sunburnt buttocks. The warm glow from the fat sun on the horizon bathed the building in deep orange. It was balanced precariously on its point with nothing visible supporting its sides. At the v s...
Author's Note: Dear Reader, please know that this is a story with "plot" and "character development". Rest assured, it will get raunchy, but this chapter is mainly concerned with introducing who is in this tale, and with establishing what is going on, and giving the story a 'tone'. Those interested in quick relief would be better served looking elsewhere. Sm...
Chapter 3 – The Swimming Trials ….continued from Cabin Fever Ch 02 Tuesday +++++++ She looked at the crafted wood, so elegantly turned and smooth to touch. It shone from its wax and polishing. The shape was obviously phallic, though to the unsuspecting eye, it could have been confused for an artistic representation of a tulip or even fish. What a week...
England 1812 Martin toyed with the ring on his finger. Laresa had told him the rules. He knew he couldn't make Shastae fall in love with him, but he knew he didn't stand a chance of making her his if Andrew was always in the way. He licked his lips before taking a deep breath to call forth his secret weapon. A small mist of smoke filled the air around him...
Chapter One: Welcome Aboard Hawk Local erotic writer found murdered and sexually mutilated in his home. Is his death connected to the weeklong cruise for erotic writers leaving port today? That was a good question. I couldn't decide if the newspaper article on page eight of the local Miami rag was trying to make me feel good or bad. It might be good becau...
It was about a ten o'clock when Cavanaugh came through the front door of the hostel, stomping his feet and brushing snow from his jacket. Snow! In Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places! He'd thumbed a ride in from a jovial enough real estate agent named Dave near Santa Fe. Twenty minutes later the snow was falling so hard Cav thought he was back in Chicago....
Though the house was pretty much clean, the majority of the rooms I actually planned on using, now spotless, Val was determined to finish cleaning every room. Heading downstairs to the only partially finished basement, I soon after followed her down. One of the projects on my "things to do list" was in fact finishing some repair work down there that had been...
I slowly turned left at the hotel. The headlights from the SUV danced across the snow-covered parking lot. We were hoping to get a couple rooms before the heavy snow made the roads completely unsafe for travel. But, just as I pulled into the parking spot and slid the gearshift into park, the "No Vacancy" light turned on. We couldn't believe our eyes. Just wh...