Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. Here's something different, as a nostalgic ode to my youth playing Dungeons & Dragons, Pendragon and other pen-and-paper role-playing games. I know I am no bard but I tried my hand at an Arthurian idyll. I hope you enjoy it. 1. The errant and the prisoner "Great God! Cadfael, should I die today I would do so knowin...
Chapter 1 The biggest wonder was how calm I felt. After the myriad of emotions that had washed through me over the past twenty four hours, the icy calm was soothing to the point of being hypnotic. My reverie was broken by "Hey buddy, you want another beer?" the bartender here was nothing if not attentive. I had sat here on this same stool for the past hou...
This is my Halloween story. There is quite a bit of gore in it and this is a warning. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for all their editing advice. They are the greatest. I guess I need votes to qualify for the contest. Hope you enjoy this submission. DG Hear * I'm Tammy and, about two years ago, Rita, one of my co-workers at the bank...
Author's note; This story is a Romance, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its lack of vicarious luridness from the beginning to the very end. The poem John shares with Rachel; "Autumn" belongs to Emily Elizabeth Dickenson, (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886). She was an American poet. I chose it because it is my favorite poem o...
This is my entry in the Pastiches de Oggbashan event, and it's based on his story, Lavender. Thanks for all the great stories, Ogg, and I hope we do them justice! * I never used to believe in clichés. I especially never really believed the A students end up working for the C students -- not until the day I invited Renee to head up our North American office...
Montauk, New YorkDawn, October 5th, 2018 "It's going to be fine, Finn. This is going to work. I love you." I kept my voice from quavering as I stared into Finn's eyes. His fear and love shone through and made it that much more difficult for me to maintain any semblance of calm. My heart was beating so hard that I became worried about a coronary. Wouldn't...
You Wandered Down the Lane If there's a theme here, it's this: There's no longer an expectation of privacy because technology, and there's no longer an expectation of fidelity because boredom. Honesty compels me to caution potential readers: —There's an instance of literary theft. Mea culpa. —Where there's too much detail, I was trying to forestall compl...
***** I think it must have been some kind of temporary insanity. What other way is there to explain where I found myself that day? Driving in my car, naked from the waist down, not knowing exactly what was going to happen when I reached the address that was written on the paper lying on the seat between my bare legs. One thing I was sure about—the arousal...
Like with the other installments, please read the story in order. There is a very important message for you prior to Chapter 1. Thanks for reading my story. Chapter 13 Tough times arrive. Returning to some normalcy on Monday morning with a jog before breakfast, we had cereal and fruit before leaving for work. I had several meetings scheduled with supplier...
I was so much annoyed and irritated by this low class man's dirty objectives that I did not feel talking to him. His touches were as if still lingering on my body. The way he touched my panty and clenched my ass cheek I was feeling like slapping him. How dare he touch me there I was thinking! Then I realized these people were like that only, they always look...