Sally Macmillan was a study in sharp contrasts. Her mother was of Native American descent, and those features were prominent in Sally. Her father was predominantly of Irish and German heritage. She always wore baggy, drab clothing to conceal her body. She never wore makeup, and wore her long, flowing black hair pulled back and up in a severe bun. Beneath tho...
As usual, I want to thank Randi and George for being kind enough to edit this for me and Randi for motivating me to write it at all. Warning, no explicit sex scenes ahead. ~~ I switched off the news. I'd seen enough; it was time to go. I might have waited too long. The thing was, I loved the life I was leading and I didn't want to leave everything behind....
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Her attacker, Erik Gráfeldr, former berserker warrior, swept his gaze disdainfully over the young girl's shapely backside. He chuckled at her furious expression, then sank down on the bed beside her bound body. His body odor wafted over her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. He slid his hand up her leg, lifting her skirt as he did. "Oh God!" she cried. S...
Sellsword Ch. 07 - The Avatar Kal-Sorak stood much as they had left it. A town typical of it's time and place. Old stone building, none higher than two floors, lined cobbled streets, streets too narrow for two wagons to pass each other. A wagon was rattling over those cobblestones, between the buildings at the edge of town. Garth, the sellsword, was in the...
Hi folks. This one was suggested by a reader. I hope he likes what came out of his idea. Thanks as usual to sircharles 5150 for his editing skills. SS06 * * * * * * I felt his eyes on me like waves of unwanted heat. I was leaning over a little too far and he was getting an eyeful of my cleavage. Normally my blouse would have been a button down type. And I'...
At home the next day I made a list of all the things I would need to buy in order to make the film. I started with the video equipment, searching the net to find the best deals I could get. I logged onto Which? and checked their reviews of audio-visual recording equipment, and spoke to a couple of experts in shops, all to make sure the equipment I bought wou...
I'm really sorry about the wait for this one. I got caught up transferring to my university (a hell within itself), so the workload has been weighing me down. I've got the outline for chapter 3 down, so just have a little patience with me. I'm doing the best I can to juggle my writing with school and work (I don't mean to neglect you!). Chapter 2 – Deaths a...
1. It all began with a Youtube search. Well, that wasn't strictly true. It all began when she got herself born to a Scotch-Irish mother and a Danish father. She wasn't complaining—well not really; they'd given her all kinds of great stuff, a head for numbers, a taste for chamber music, a kick-ass metabolism, (she could eat anything without gaining a pound,...
When I awoke the next morning, Mandy was wrapped all around me, trying to get even closer if that was possible. She was still in that half waking state, not quite asleep but not fully conscious either. We had gone to bed last night exhausted from the whirlwind trip we had made to France to get Mandy a good French meal. We would have liked to have made love a...