1686. England. The crypt of the ruined church was cold, and Eloise felt her nipples harden and ache as she stepped to one side of the stone altar, releasing the clasp of her cloak, and casting it aside. Two of the acolytes approached her; Thomas, a farm-hand from one of the estates, she knew, and Lisette, the scullery maid from the manor's kitchens. They wo...
Thank you all for reading Chapter One. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you find chapter 2 just as enjoyable. None of the characters in this story are real. They are solely figments in my own mind. Please remember to vote and comment. IR2R Shaun left his meeting with Kersh with a sense of accomplishment. The two men talked about several key factors that i...
Frankly, I had never heard of the particular drug which my doctor was now prescribing. Not that I was a pharmacist or anything, but I had been on so many prescriptions, established and experimental, since my dicey gut and chest injury and recovery that I was no longer surprised by anything which was prescribed. Besides, Doctor Tansie Orlane and I had now kn...
Author's Note: This is the third chapter of a longer story. It contains violence, cigarette smoking, nudity, sexual content, and graphic language. It has been tagged with the words "puke", "violence", "cuckhold" and the phrase "small penis humiliation." Reader discretion is advised. ab& I burped up the taste of my chicken potpie. The chef made it for m...
Pt. XIII: The Yellow Rose of Texas "So what's the scoop, Jorge?" asked Jack. "Ah, Senor Davis, it is a long story, 'er I mean scoop. Let me get you two dinner, and then I will tell all. What would you like?" Kim and Jack perused the menu. "I'll try something different, Jorge, not my usual. Love your orange roughy but let me have the Camarones Abuelito Ti...
*Author's note: The basis for this story comes from something which happened to me last year when I was out on a long bike ride. A very attractive woman who was maybe 10-15 years older than me was in her car flying around a big curve in the road. She saw me and started frantically waving her arms and hollering at me for help so I stopped to see what was goin...
Author's Note - A tale in many parts of a single mother and her son and their adventures in the great Southwest. Part 1 - A Strange and Tangled Beginning Ted had several math problems to work on, and was moving as soon as his phone chimed at him. When he got to the kitchen, his mother was standing in the dim light fixing hot milk to take to bed with her....
Hello Readers, I saw an error I made with the age of Darren in chapter 5. At the point in the story when the trial occurs, he was 22, not twenty. Michal is a few months older, than Darren and Kevin. I hope this clears up any misunderstanding that may occur about their ages. I thought I had corrected that mistake, but I seemed to have missed it. Thank y...
Thank you all so much for following this tale. Here is chapter four. I hope you enjoy it. Please understand this is a fictional story. None of the people are real. They are complete figments of my own imagination. This story has a long build up, so if you are looking for a quick flash and burn, please read something else. Thank you once again and enjoy. IR2R...
She sat in a spot to which I was unaccustomed – as a patron at her own bar. I stood behind the counter, her usual post, studying her with nervous anticipation as she assessed with a critical eye what I considered my masterful concoction – two icy cold Manhattans – up. The color of the libations was perfect, a burnt orange amber. The glasses, traditional, c...