Vampire politics, I thought to myself with disgust as I looked at my would-be executioner, Cain Tremblay. The tall, red-haired and alabaster-skinned vampire whom I've known for ages lay on the ground, bleeding and spent but not quite dead. Not just yet. We were in Ottawa's Vanier Parkway, right by the water, on a quiet summer night. Looking at me with a fera...
This is the first part of a four part story that chronicles events taking place in mid-1970s New York City when free-love, drugs, sex and Rock & Roll dominated the American youth culture. In this part an accidental meeting between Jordan and his former lover sets a chain of sexual events in motion. He introduces her to his current lover with startling result...
I was a white girl that had it all. I don't mean to brag but I have been one of the lucky ones to have been blessed with it all - beauty, brains, sense of humor, talent - well almost all. I couldn't find a man to satisfy me until I met Jim. I never looked or asked for much and I didn't judge all men for just their looks and size of their banks account. They...
Lisa walked in and threw the bag on the bed and let the items fall out. The one item she grabbed out of the bag and threw the rest in the drawer. A bottle of silver polish was in her hand as she walked over to the closet and looked at her silver outfit. A small halter top along with silver shorts and silver heels was quite an outfit. She then sat down on...
The next day was Friday, and Georges was due back from Paris. The two women had gone to the local market to collect groceries; the cook had the weekend off and Georges was a celebrated amateur chef, Vivette told Laura: he would want to cook dinner for their guest himself. The man that came home that evening was not who Laura was expecting. He was tall, almo...
My dear Bruce, it's so lovely to be corresponding with you after all these years. Email is a marvelous tool. I still can't get over that Molly is your daughter – she has her mother's looks, fortunately for you. And fortunately for the rest of us, she has none of Elizabeth's boorish tendencies. The girl has been a real pleasure to work with, and I look forwa...
"And a good morning to you, Kate," I scoff at my reflection. Tea kettle set to boil? Check. Laptop booting up? Check. Exactly twelve pencils sharpened and aligned to the left? Check. I don't even use them; I sharpen them solely for their earthy scent, bringing to mind of my better times. I used to be a married woman, then again I used to be a lot of things...
It all started out innocently enough. I can't believe I let it happen. I'm not that kind of woman. I would never... Well, I did, and truth is, I enjoyed it! I'm 32, a devoted wife and mother of three beautiful girls, ages 5, 9, and 11. My husband and I have been married 12 years and attend church regularly. I teach a Sunday school class, he is a deacon. We...
Redfaced, huffing, holding her pale hamstrings apart and high in the air, I thrusted myself in and out of the blondehaired girl below. Her face contorted anxiously, excitedly as I felt the folds of her narrow lovetunnel reluctantly and moistly part to accommodate my lengthy and granite invasion. Back and forth and slow and slick with delicious little pops I...
October 30th, 1995 “Your love has dawned Living without me My death is coming You are my heaven” Enter Nicholas I awoke with a deep stirring, a longing to hold her tight, my love, my angel, my Madeira. I miss you and yearn for the time when we can be together once again... Madeira wanders in the dark of my dreaming sexuality. Searching and stopping whil...