AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is unlike my usual fare, in that there is no corruption of innocence or turns to evil, but there is a transformation of sorts towards the end. Also, this story does not take place in the more light/self-aware universe of the Morgana stories. To make that difference more prominent, the faeries here are a mishmash of the Celtic/Germanic ty...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
Everything described in this story takes place between consenting adults. It is all true, except for the parts that were fictionalized for the ... well, you know. This represents the first part of the 'Candy and Pam' series. ***** Volunteering can be an extremely good thing to do when you have the opportunity. One of the advantages of being a successful...
Chapter 1 - My Proposition for Him The storm that night was one which stayed with me till today. It was not that I consciously willed myself to remember the sights, sounds and scents of what I had borne witness to, but it rather had its own way with me, especially each time the sky of dusk brings forth rain. The memory comes unnoticed; in fact it somewhat...
Shelby was both near-terminally horny and dancing on the edge of real boredom. Not to mention hosting a swirling, smoldering vortex of self pity and doubt. Plus the classroom was stuffy and far too warm, from there being fifty plus students packed into a 20-student volume. She had arrived late, which was good. It forced her to sit in the inconspicuous, nea...
The Learjet landed at Philadelphia International Airport and taxied to a private terminal. They wouldn't need to deal with security there, and could have some privacy. It was also the only way they were ever going to get all their weaponry to travel with them wherever they flew. It was so convenient to own your own air transportation! Try explaining to the T...
Welcome to Part Five of The Florida Trip, aka The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the earlier stuff to get what's going on but, I mean, maybe try it? Just do a little bit and see how it feels. Everyone is over the age of 18. When I woke up in the morning, the bedroom was empty. For the first time I could remember on this trip, I had a ho...
"Here I go again. After another week to ponder over everything that's happened. I'm more relaxed than I was about sex. More so that my Mom hasn't disowned me yet. Let's hope that day never comes. Do I feel badly letting her man fuck me? Yes of course. Will I ruin her relationship? Not intentionally, hopefully never. My future stepdad David has kept his dista...
The black stretch limo moved silently through the downtown street like a shark at dusk. The tinted windows protected the occupants from any nosy onlookers as it made its way north, toward the suburbs. Only the olive-skinned driver could be seen through the front windshield, his face mainly hidden by the classic chauffer's hat and his dark glasses. The grey-...
Thailand, Summer of 2006 This stand-alone story covers the some highlights of Dara's first few weeks in Bangkok with her new husband. Reading the other "Dara..." stories is suggested but not required. For the convenience of those who read the other stories, the chapters are numbered sequentially. Dara has lived all her life in a poor rural setting without...