I'd see her at the Corner Coffee about once a week. I go there everyday for lunch. It's conveniently close to my office, but she's such a random element of brightness that walks in only sometimes during my afternoon hour. I'd be lying to myself if I didn't say that the only reason I did go there every day was because I knew I could count on her to show up at...
I am indebted to Softtouch911 for his great help and support whilst I was writing this story, and also to Pookie for her very constructive comments. Chapter 1 I cradled our newborn baby girl in my arms, marvelling at the miniature perfection of her fingernails, as her tiny trusting hand clasped my thumb. I did not yet know the colour of her eyes, but she c...
WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
This is a repost of a story that I wrote for Valentine's day a few years ago. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * Cupid was dead. A trickle of bright red blood still wound its way from the gunshot wound blackened by gunpowder just above his nose. His eyes held a startled expression, his face still held a half smile, as if he had been about to greet someone when...
Author's notes: VE: Todger65. Much love! You give the magic form and the dreams substance. Tags: plot driven sex, modern urban fantasy erotica, angels and demons, foreplay then sex, the power of a promise, building a harem, sexual power dynamics Warning: I encourage you to stop with Ch. 01, if you are looking for a story where everything always goes well...
I made the decision to go back, that's on me. I can't lay the responsibility for that on anyone, or anything else. A way out was available, I just didn't take it. I'm not sure I would now, crazy as that sounds, but then I know more. I was ignorant back then. I knew nothing. I am writing this so I can get my thinking clear about what happened that night in...
Every so often, the authors and assorted perverts who hangout in the Author's Hangout overcome the urge to pontificate and/or procrastinate long enough to participate in a writing exercise. We are writers, after all, and must behave in a writerly fashion from time to time lest we incur the wrath of CharleyH. This pot luck stew featuring transportation-relat...
I'd love to meet any of my Seaborne girls, but here's a new-ish one. Heidi was a very, very small player in a story I did a little bit ago, but she's based on a very, very real person with exactly the same personality. This story happens, oh, maybe three months before my "Schadenfreude." I'm entering this story in the 2018 April Fool's Contest; please read a...
Shanell Jackson walked up to her apartment and saw the white paper taped to her door like she was being kicked while she was still down. She did not even have to read it before already knowing that Ashanti did not pay the rent. She quickly remembered all the times her mother would drag her from place to place when the rent was not paid, and that white sign o...
Carla was sympathetic at first when Simon lost his job. Not easy, after all, for a man in his mid-forties when that happens. Though a dozen years younger than her husband (she'd been just 19 when they married), Carla was in any case the main breadwinner -- a high flying corporate lawyer, recently made partner, whereas Simon was a fairly low grade civil serva...