No Turning Back soppingwetpanties Dedicated to L.K. She doesn't want to, but she really does. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or act...
I would have done the same thing if I was in her place, but the shock and disappointment hit me like the proverbial tonne of bricks. "Josie, we've had the same conversation every six months for the last two years! You need to take some time off as you have built up almost five months of annual leave and your long-service leave is in play too. You're having...
*Author's note: I haven't written an older man/younger woman story in quite some time, and that's mostly because I find it difficult not to make the woman look like a gold digger or desperate. But every now and then I get an idea that appeals to me, and this is one of those times. I was watching and listening to music videos on YouTube several months ago an...
This is the fifth Convertible story. The first two, “The Convertible” and its sequel “The Convertible – Another Road” are closely connected and should be read together, but from the third story onward, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. (A couple of early characters put in a cameo appear...
This is my submission for the 2016 Halloween Story Contest. It is a gothic horror novella based on the vampire mythos. My goal was to try and make the vampires as dark and scary as they were seductive and I hope you will find my attempt successful. The story is a bit of a slow burn since I've taken time to establish the characters, setting, and atmosphere be...
1. Liaisons Many thanks to Emmeran for editing assistance. There wasn't time to make all the changes he suggested, but everything I did change made this better. I look forward to our next project. * * * I woke to my new life in a trail angel's house near the Mexican border. There were 20 of us on cots and the floor. A young woman with long strawberry-blon...
Note about the author: English is not my first language, in fact, it is not even my second language, I'm bilingual, and English is neither of those languages. So spelling and grammar are what they are. Idioms, phrases, etc., probably are used strangely, since the language and culture are foreign to me. Disclaimer: This story is not intended for people unde...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense, for they would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather He watched. It was not so important as to t...
This story is a sequel to Jason and Mrs. Johnson. I have received requests to provide a sequel to this story, but not until the suggestions of A_Satori, did I feel that I could. A_Satori and I in fact worked on this sequel together, and he deserves considerable credit as a co-author and should be recognized as such (unless you don't like the story). Please n...
My body craved sleep and rest. Saturday morning at ten a.m., it still needed more as the week's events had taken their toll on my body. Unfortunately, rest was not to be had. "Honey, come on, wake up. I've been up since eight getting ready for the party. Let's get a move on," Katie stated loudly as she grabbed one of my hands and pulled me towards the edge....