copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. (Author's note: This is a story of love and desire that could have been placed in a number of story categories.) *************** SATURDAY MORNING Bing! "3" appeared on the display. Ted placed his palm on Kyli's lower back. "Is this our level?" He nodded. "Yeah." The elevator opened on the third floor...
This is a long one folks, but it's broken up into sections. As usual, all people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** "Are you Reaves Philip? Oh my gosh, I love your books!" A middle-aged woman with natural gray hair tickling her eyelids hustled after Reaves on the sidewalk. She was determined to get a word with him even thoug...
Chapter one "It was a dark and stormy evening, and we all sat around the campfire." How easily those words paraded across the blank page, as if they propelled themselves with no help from the keyboard. I stared at them, as I had so many times when real words wouldn't come. "Damn it!" I shouted at the monitor. "It wasn't my fault! Not one damned thing I coul...
Authors note: Well goodness gracious have I wrestled with this. I suppose I want it to be perfect so I keep tweaking and I keep thinking of things I want to change or improve. There are still a couple of things I think need attention but all in all I'm feeling positive about it and I hope you enjoy! I've got book 2 well under way and I'll post the first coup...
Prologue Even after all these years, she didn't really know what she was or why she did the things she did. She was like a programmed machine -- programmed to do one thing, and she did it damned well. She knew there were others out there like her, but she had never met them. At least not in a conscious state. Legend had it that succubae and incubi came to...
Authors note: This story is entered into the Winter Holiday 2020 contest. As an author, like all other authors who enter the contest, we depend upon your vote to tell us how well we are doing. Please do us the honor of casting your vote to let us know. Best wishes. Rachel CHRISTMAS CHICKADEE It was December 11th, two weeks before Christmas, I waited a litt...
Authors Note: This is my entry in the "Winter Holidays Contest". There are some elements of the BDSM category in this story so if that is not to your taste perhaps choose a different story. If, however, you read and enjoy it please vote and leave a comment. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea's Twelve days of Chri...
Copyright Issues: Nonprofit fiction. Bard's Song around the end is based off Bertold Brecht's poem "To our Posterity." Intro: The world of Dunia is similar to ours, where men and monsters evolved in similar forms, and lived side-by side with many continents and countries. The Continent of Ermor has two empires locked in a war for supremacy: Human Holy-Les...
This is a 77,000+ novelette, so here is some idea of what you're getting into before starting such a long story. The husband, Clint, recounts the last twenty-six + years of his deep loving relationship with his wife, Lori. Much like a movie, he takes you back and relives the important and formative events that ultimately lead up to the present-day situation...
My name is Oliver, Oliver Jackson and I am married to Victoria. We have been married for fourteen years. We were married when we were both in our early twenties; we have two children, Keith and Russell who are now into their teenage years. I work for an accountants firm and my wife Vicky works for a local automotive parts distributor as an account manager....