Jon watched the girls run and climb in the park. As if the world could be that perfect. As if nothing mattered. Oh, for the world to be so simple. But his wasn't. Oh, sure, since that night, they had not only been sharing the same bed but burning up the sheets of it, too. Hell, his sex life had never been better. Almost every night, he waited up for Alicia...
Trying to put something directly into the hands of a hacker was a kin to grabbing a greased pig, in a rainstorm, blindfolded; near impossible and no fun at all. Two days ago the Vatican envoy had shown up unannounced at St. Michael's. "It is imperative that this be delivered to Mr. Simon Lewis Farron as soon as possible," the imposing envoy said to Father D...
"Ya know, Pops, you can lean on Jessie a little bit more. Pregnant women aren't made out of glass." Missy swatted my hand lightly to get my attention rather than nudge me in the ribs since she knew I was still very tender and weak. I groaned and kept moving my feet. It's hell being a cripple, even when it isn't forever. The girls were helping me from the va...
She was curled up on the couch, her head on his lap. Her favourite throw was thrown carelessly over her, the fire roaring and the rain beating against the windows. She was happiest like this: just the two of them together and no one else. He ran his hand through her hair and she almost purred. She knew he wasn't aware of doing it. He was too engrossed in...
Llano opened her eyes to the unfamiliar of a heavy body resting partially on her side. Immediately she knew who it was. Hunter. His earthy heavenly scent surrounded her, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth. This was new though. Usually, by the time she woke up, Hunter would be long out of bed, already started with his day. With a rush of hot feeling, th...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * Lei felt as if she had been flying a whole night and half a day. Since she had woken she had been reborn, had almost become a cripple, had discovered her new body, had been scared out of her wit...
Having sex with disabled people is not a fetish. Maybe some things surrounding it are fetishistic, at least for myself. I can agree to that. I can agree that my attraction to physical weakness could be called a fetish, since it's tied in with my desire to dominate and other power dynamics, but that's beside the point. The point I'm making is that disable...
Annabelle woke up disgusted. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the raggedy nightstand. The time was five-o-three a.m. She lay back, exasperated. Beaten. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead before closing her eyes again. She looked over at her husband and cringed. Then she started to cry. Recent Past Annabelle was sixteen when sh...
It's two o'clock in the morning and I sit beside my wife's bed in the hospital holding her hand. The gentle rhythmic beep of the heart monitor is the only indication that she is alive as she lies there in an induced coma. She was in a terrible automobile accident yesterday and the doctors don't know if she will live or die. A nurse came in to check on her...
I were about thirteen when cousin Billy Bob Ray thought up the name 'Pole' for me. All the folks here at Yeller Dog Gap thought it fit me perfect like a plow to a mule. It were true that I were a scrawny, skinny, big-eared young 'un. If'n it weren't for the name, most folks woulda hardly noticed me bein' there. Truth be knowed, the name was not for what most...