Author’s Note: This never actually happened to me. None of this is me, nor anyone else of whom I know. The actress in question has not, to my knowledge, done anything like this in real life. It is nothing but a sexual fantasy about her, plain and simple. This is pure fiction. If I met her in real life, I’d know her right away, as a fan of the series Smallvil...
"You are aware of banks selling mortgages, yes? Well, if a banker can do it, why not the Devil Himself?" "I don't understand... what are you saying... who are you?" "I am the one who bought your mortgage from Mephisto. Your ass belongs to me." Peter jerked awake. Another long night, another long dream. He got out of bed, so muddled that he nearly woke Gwe...
Jael's heavily kholed eyes glittered beneath his arched eyebrow, staring intently at his favourite barmaid, lingering on her swaying hips as she pottered round the old oak bar. Long fingers gripped his pewter chain and pendant, twirling it round in little circles, twisting the key that hung there with familiarity. He sat at his usual table, running a long na...
Last summer I witnessed a remarkable and memorable incident. It began with a call from an old friend. Gord and I had met before pre-school and over the years we had managed to stay good friends. We hung around together through high school even though his group was the druggies and mine was the kids who hung out at the school library. Against my bride's wishe...
Erratic steering told its own story: a puncture. Thirty miles from home, late on a chill night after a business dinner as unproductive as it had been boring. When I called the breakdown service they were sympathetic to the plight of a woman alone but said the best they could predict was forty-five minutes. It was a surprise to see a vehicle pulling in behin...
Author's note: Yes, there are a couple more chapters worth of 'set up' before the romance and all the gymnastics associated with it begins. And with the number of young ladies being introduced, I'd say there will be quite a few gymnastics involved. Also, all previous caveats still apply. ----- The narrator of a story enjoys many privileges unknown to the a...
At the uppermost level of a castle, by the ledge of a broad arching window facing the ancient forest, sat the Huntsman Hansel. Though he wore the clothes of a simple commoner, an acknowledgment perhaps to his post as a huntsman, he was in truth a person of some status. Indeed, five years has passed since he was compelled to go to the castle, harassed into we...
I was raised in Idaho, my parents were good solid Christian folks. Every Sunday we attended Church, weekdays my father and Mother both prayed for us, our lives and friends, and for me, Connie, and my sister, Annie. We lost Annie at age 21, just two years older than me, I know Mom and Dad both prayed and tried, no use, the illness took her. So I became an o...
Brianna was putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup for a party in her husband's honor at the house of the president of the university. He had recently been awarded a Pulitzer Prize for fiction for his latest book, 'She Holds the Secrets of the Founding Fathers,' an exploitive tale about a high-class call girl who serviced a number of the Foundi...
Jade stood in her sunny kitchen, her hands wrapped around a coffee mug. She was watching two little birds wash their feathers in the bird-bath. Life goes on – she thought bitterly. Her life had fallen apart and the world hadn't even paused to acknowledge their pain. That had begun two years ago, the day Doug had been diagnosed with motor neuron disease. The...