I woke up on the floor. It took me a few seconds to reorient myself. I had just awoken from an erotic dream, and my mind was reluctant to let go of it. Once I'm fully awake I usually forget the content of my dreams, and I really didn't want to forget this one. It was beautiful and shamelessly erotic in a way that... Oh, crap. As I awkwardly sat up, I not...
Note to reader: Thank you for the comments and encouragement. As you can tell, I am not a professional romance novelist. I am learning though, and the transition from academic writing to literature is causing my brain to cramp. Please bear with me. Chapter 8: The Apartment Connie's Mercedes Benz SLS AMG weaves in and out of traffic. Speed limit signs are a...
All characters featured within this fictional tale are over the age of 18. It shouldn't have to be said, but sometimes you have to spell it out to stay out of trouble. Enjoy * Alexis had always been popular, it came with the territory of being good looking. In high school, being a girl, being hot, was like an automatic "in" with the popular crowd. It made...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
Summary: Sparks fly when the youngest General Manager in professional football meets the new even younger and even more ambitious executive of an arch rival team. All is fair they say in love and war… but perhaps not in professional football! A romantic story of ambition - and firm but loving revenge and submission! Codes: Slow, MF, FF, D/s, Bondage,...
Jam nights were always on Wednesday, and we always went. It's where you could get up on stage and play rock and roll or whatever with the other muscians in town. My wife, Brandy and her best friend, Denise would sit and listen, but in order to communicate, they had to write on a tablet back and forth to each other. Loud was an understatement. My 30th birthda...
The following is the senior paper for Erin Benning, (fictional) music education major at Fresno State University. Erin Benning SID: EB4093049 for Dr. Rochell Harris MSE 497W-3 Music. It is the glue that binds our world together. It is the top influence in the world today. It can make a man cry, or a woman dance. It can make a child sleep, or an elderly...
The Horned Reaper stood alone in the dank darkness of the long-abandoned dungeon. He sneered. Long abandoned. Being abandoned entailed it being occupied in the first place. This was no Dungeon. It was a tomb. His tomb. Long ago, he had been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed… Well… He couldn't remember ho...
To: [email protected] From: [email protected]%^*&)%)).net To whom it may concern... You're probably wondering why you've been sent this email. You've deleted it several times without reading the contents and tried numerous times to get our email address on the spam list. Heck, you even tried to change email addresses once or twice now. There's...
"It's not that kind of dinner," Mary Jane said, Felicia just having shown up at her door in a trenchcoat and not much else—though the 'not much else' seemed prohibitively expensive at first glance. "You said your roommates weren't home." Felicia stepped inside, her walk seemingly designed to make her coat flutter open. "And that they were gay." "Yes, and...