Much like the Narrator from the film we had watched that evening I was unable to sleep, and seeing as how I'm doing somewhat of a narration myself perhaps I have more in common with him than I think. Whilst I wasn't exactly an insomniac my bed did feel like it stretched out for miles. It felt empty; and I had never felt more alone in my own bed in my entire...
Abigail Clarke's POV I was exhausted, and my wolf was on edge by the time I left the plane in Moscow. Crying babies, turbulence and a businessman who stank of cigarettes and body odor, while ignoring my ring and trying to hit on me at 30,000 feet, pretty much did me in. I turned on my phone and texted my son I was on the ground before heading to baggage cla...
This section of Sweet Ass is dedicated to my friend, Indy Submale, who helped me with comments and suggestions on Randy's cuckold angst and bisexual tendencies. ***** Chapter 13 I was still awake at 2 a.m. according to the bedside clock radio. Carol was asleep next to me with her hands tucked under her cheek, palms together. She looked young and angelic w...
This Part deals with the remaining period of Sam and Carol's trip to the Nassau resort. Their in-experience and lack of worldliness are about to be tested by very professional business people who are only concerned about money and the growth of their business. The story is really about people and their use of each other to obtain what they seek from life. We...
1 It wasn't getting any better. Two months had passed since his initiation and his life had not changed quite as spectacularly as he'd hoped. A few months ago, a new and fantastical world had been revealed to him, one that offered fulfilment of his deepest desires, but time had passed and his life had remained more or less the same. After he'd left the Man...
Introduction: Sorry that it's taken so long to upload a new story. I've been sitting on this one for nearly a year as I loved the beginning but hated the ending. So after a big deletion and a big re-write I now like the ending. I've been just mentally drained for awhile and no story was coming to me, but now finally something to upload. Any errors please be...
A muttered curse bounced off the interior walls of the SUV. Gail Steelport took a deep breath, hit the steering wheel of her 2000 Suburban, and let another vile explanative fall from her usually smiling lips. The gauge didn't lie, and neither did the sound of an engine trying to turn over, but failing to do so. Gail looked around; her headlights aided her in...
[ This story contains betrayal, cheating, lies and illegal activities. It includes oral sex, coitus, and orgasms (real and faked). It is not a polyamory story. The story is fiction. The characters do not exist although I've known a few people who have some attributes shared by characters in the story. Your feedback is encouraged.] Mike had been married for...
Regaining my composure I walked back to Ottilie's room. "See Ottilie he's here, Taylor only went to the loo." Sylvia was saying to the comatose Ottilie as I entered the room. "Ottilie, Ottilie," she repeated, "Taylor's here now. Ottilie..." "It's no good, she's gone again by the look of it." Sylvia said with tears running down her face. The nurses and doc...
I first wrote and submitted this story on-line back at the beginning of the Stanley Cup Playoffs in 2009. Since then, I've revised and tweaked it into this version. It's the same story though, with the same 'mystery' man (see if you can figure out who it is!) Once again, I know nothing about what hockey players do in their down time or how they are in real...