Here's the next installment. I'm sorry it's a little late getting out, real life got in the way for a while. I hope I got the Guinness right this time. Thanks as always to my editor Dawn. You're such a dear for sticking with me, also Misty and Miss Cullen for your guidance on the critics. Please enjoy the story, and don't forget to vote. * For quite some t...
When Adison wakes refreshed the next morning, she is witness to a very special moment. The love of her life is already awake, his black hair a stark contrast to his white face and chest. He is sprawled against the head of the bed, covered with the blanket below the chest, enchanted by his little girl, who is sitting between Adison and himself, alternately...
Tawny in Trouble * Tawny looked at her watch. Only 3:15! Another three hours of yuckiness. She smiled broadly, falsely, at the elderly couple coming up the supermarket aisle. "Would you like to try our new vegetarian breakfast sausage?" She proffered a misshapen brown bit of-–something––on a toothpick. "Nutritious! Delicious! No animals slaughtered!...
Have you ever felt that something was not right, but you could not figure out what it was? What's really is upsetting about that, is that you can't get rid of that feeling. It seems to stay with you, haunting you in the night, as you lay in bed unable to sleep. It had not reached the point that it had entered my dreams, but I knew that if I didn't come up wi...
© Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. This is a submission for the Halloween contest. Please comment and vote. Thank you! * "Hey, guess who remembers we still exist?" Violet asked as she entered the pack house library, waving what appeared to be computer print-outs above her head. The lithe young woman strod...
Author's note: This could "fit" into almost any category: sci-fi themed, with heavy elements of exhibitionism, attempted humor, some non-consent, and a host of others. Maybe even novella, clocking in at 12,000 words. IF YOU LIKE REALISTIC AND INTIMATE SEX, THIS IS NOT IT. Just warning those who care, before they invest too much time in it. It's utter nonsen...
Chapter 7 The Stalker Strikes Monday morning came as it always did, with the incessant beeping of Valerie's alarm As Val rolled to shut the clock off, Sally lifted herself on one elbow and brushed her hair out of her face. "Good morning, Mistress," she said as the sheet fell from her torso, revealing the still healing bruises from Rachael's play over the...
So, what happened in the end was: I got so sick of space travels. I started feeling that not even sex could fill my life with enough joy to carry on like this. Or maybe it wasn't the actual space travels but, you know, just having to work? Or, more specifically, having to flog stuff? 'To flog' means 'to sell', by the way – I have spent enough time living i...
Oh my goodness... I've been a delinquent storyteller. For those of you who have been waiting for this forever (and for all the gentle nudges you've sent me), my apologies. I feel that at this point, I owe you an explanation beyond the standard "I got busy" reason. In all honesty, I did get busy. But... I'm always busy. Here's the thing: I love to write, but...
It is bright. The sun is out. The sky is blue. There are no clouds. The year is 1262. It is summer. The weather is hot and dry. Below is the desolate region of plateaus, valleys, ravines and rock formations that will one day be known as south-eastern Utah. Today, the area is under the nominal control of a small community of people known as the Bahloo. A sma...