PROLOGUE I was excited. I have to admit, when it came to Emelia, just thinking about her got me pretty worked up. Tonight, however, was special. Tonight was her birthday. Serge', her husband, and I had been conspiring to surprise her for her birthday. Okay, let me backtrack a moment. I've known Emelia for years. She was part of the reason I quit being a pe...
Author's Note: This started out with a grand design. My plans went awry quickly. Hopefully, my meandering doesn't offend. Many thanks to Tim413413 for making it readable. * Freedom. It was the only word that described the feeling. I stood outside the double doors of the courthouse and smiled up at the sky. It was a dreary gray, but for me, it felt like a...
"Somebody needs to know the time glad that I'm here, Watching the skirts you start to flirt, now you're in gear, Go to a show you hope she goes, I've got nothing to say but it's O.K., Good morning good morning, good morning good morning." "So? Are we ready to tackle Dinosaur National Monument this morning?" "If you really want to go there, yes. But, to be...
[In Part 1 of this story, readers met Dr. Lorraine Theriault, a licensed psychologist and registered nurse. As a 22-year-old otherwise healthy man, I had been referred to her with an embarrassing problem: I could not sustain an erection when trying to penetrate a woman. I had been treated by several medical doctors and behavioral professionals, but none had...
Edited by Michael-Leonard * Prolog It was a beautiful warm sunny day in the Valley of the Sun, just perfect for a Sunday drive with the family. Mike Stevens sat behind the wheel of his vintage Mustang convertible. Beside him, his beautiful, eight month pregnant wife Jennifer, leaned back in the bucket seat; eyes closed absorbing the warmth from the late O...
Author's Note: This story is a collaboration between Jim (Mojavejoe420) and Mel (melanieatplay). We hope that you check out some of our other works and, as always, comments and critiques are appreciated. - - - - - I might be worse for wear, But I don't care, I'm going back to Salome. Shawn Colvin - - - - - Jenna: Spring A psychologist might cal...
Part One Miranda Holmes locked the door of her small grey Ford car, straightened her grey skirt and checked her grey jacket in the reflection in the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house...
Chapter 1 ==== Preparing for the Evening It is another brisk morning walk around the manor. All the leaves have fallen from every tree covering the ground in the colors of Autumn with gold, red and orange with thin, brown veins that showed life in every leaf cut off. The crackling sound is heard clearly from stepping on small piles of the colored, thin laye...
Holidays at the Lodge were very much a thing. Although obviously everyone had their usual obligations such as visiting family, we always set aside a date so that everyone could celebrate together. After spending so much quality time together, a lot of the girls had become quite close, so celebrating certain things became the norm over the past couple years....
Chapter 9: Crossroads Author's Note: I'm making up for the lack of sex in the last chapter by including two scenes in this one. Hope you enjoy! ***** "So do you think there's any chance Heron might let us keep a portion of the gold?" asked Greg with a sideways glance. "You know, as a finder's reward for the recovery of it?" Jack rolled his eyes as he beg...