It had been a few months since I had written anything substantial for anything besides work. I wrote an article for the newsletter about death planning and such.but it had been a long time since I wrote anything for the places I usually write for. This was due to a few reasons.greatest of which was the loss of my father. Normally...you hear about how death i...
The earthy breeze of autumn grasps my senses not one sense on its own, but at a primal level, my hair blows back, the cool breeze nips my ear and I feel the winter's need to ready. To prepare. To supply. To protect I glance through the darkness at your glowing face reflected off a candlelit lantern, And your soft lips on your cigarette form an erotic im...
She stretched out on the sofa half asleep, sipping from her glass of brandy and enjoying the warm glow it gave her. She had meant to be doing something else. What was it? It really seemed too much effort to get up and leave the comfort of her living room. Ah. Yes. That man tied to her bed. What was his name? She shook her head as she tried to remember. It...
This is fan fiction based on the beloved soap opera, "Days of Our Lives," and the set up involves current story lines. ***** Broken, Eve Donovan felt that her enemies, Jennifer and JJ Devereux, had once again ruined her life. But, this time, she had lost the love of her daughter forever. Paige would never forgive Eve for having sex with her true love, JJ....
Georgina answered the phone. "Hello?" She was drunk, because her words on the telephone billowed out, as though alcohol was pushing them unwillingly into the world. The "Hello" came out loud (a lot louder than Georgina permitted herself when sober). Also, the "Hello" was sort of slurred. Altogether, it was pretty obvious that she'd drunk her Southern Comfor...
She stood over him for a while, Her eyes searching deep within his soul, reading his mind. One of Her long leather gloved fingers gently traced a line along his cheek. Tingles flashed through his skin under Her touch. Electricity now coursing through every fibre of his body. He could see Her mind working and automatically felt at peace again. He thought he h...
Erica is my best friend. Stunning is the only word to describe her looks. She is about 5'5," light brown hair, and green eyes, their almond shape taking her otherwise All-American look into exotic territory. She thinks perhaps there had been a gypsy great-grandmother, but she isn't sure. Her body? I fight so hard to stop staring at her cleavage if she is wea...
The Participant By whatdreamsmaycome Sylvia’s moan was muffled by the pillow that half covered her sleeping face. She was having a very erotic dream. It was recurring, and the vividness swallowed her, the pleasure she felt quickly building to a peak. The old house, too, lay in somnolence, an occasional creak of timbers, long settled, but disturbed by some r...
Garreth MacLeod stood with his mother, Julia and his younger brother, Peadair at the battlement wall, watching the birlinns sail out into Dunvegan Bay. Little did they know how life would change, with the events that would soon follow. His father, William, thirteenth Chief of the MacLeod's of Harris and Dunvegan, was setting out to battle with the MacKenzie'...
I rolled over in bed and squinted my eyes to fend off the morning light. The sounds of life flowed in through the almost closed blinds. She was out there, somewhere. I pulled the pillow to my face, and could still catch the scent of her hair. I knew the sheets had not been changed in too long, much too long. Like every morning though, I left them where they...