"When the lights, go down, in the city..."! One of Liz's favorite tunes screamed out of the 48 year old speakers on Liz's 1964 white Mustang convertible as she and Claire sailed down the old country road. Claire raised her head, watching the large trees whipping by as she flailed her arms in jubilation and joined Liz in a sing-a-long. "You know who I feel l...
The week had been pure hell. Work was driving me up a wall, and I was beginning to fear that I would soon lose it. I had enough stress to supply the eastern seaboard for life. Anyway, it was Friday night, and I wanted to put the week behind me. I picked up dinner on the way home, and fought my way through the evening traffic. My wife Anna opened the door a...
I walk from the hotel to one of the town's bar districts a few blocks away. It's around 10:00 and the sun has set all the way. The city would be dark if not for all the lights promoting beers, drink specials, dance halls, or the mere fact that places are open. My wife is in one of these bars. I don't know exactly which one. She has this fantasy where she goe...
I know I took a very long break from writing, I'm sorry if I kept any of you waiting. This story is dedicated in part to Sisyphus. His email to me encouraging me to get back into writing is what led me to pick up this series again. Just a few notes about the story. I believe my writing has improved since I last published a story, but if you have any notes I'...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...
Authors note: I strongly urge you to read the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If...
This story is a from a role playing game where a girl was tasked with presenting herself before the medieval crew of her ship, dressed in nothing but a slave girl's tunic. The objective was to record the crew's reaction at seeing their Captain like that, but she climbs on the wrong ship.. which just happened to be waiting for a visitor like her. -[ Ada ]---...
All characters are over eighteen years old. This is probably my weakest story, and yes there are more stories. I had actually written Parts One and Three long before this one as I wasn't sure how to write the Grading, and especially the Training scenes. Thus, there was less inspiration and more perspiration in writing this story. ***** The next morning C...
One day your dreams come true be it you made it happen or you find some sort of magical item that does the job for you who knows. Now you can be anyone you want to be, have who ever you want, and do whatever you want to do with them. You could be a billionaire with a harem of women at your beck and call or just yourself with the added benefit of having the g...
Engines roared to life and the world began sliding slowly backward. Claire gripped the armrests and stared mutely out the window. She loved to watch the ground drop away as the plane took off, even though it also made her nervous. Sebastien was a calming presence at her side, flicking through some magazine or other. As the plane straightened, he pushed the a...