Delray Beach Hourly Forecast Stories

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We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 17

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"When you stop and think about it, she's not that great of a liar. She told us that Montana took all the money we stole because we left him high and dry on the job. How could that be? She knows we didn't leave him high and dry on the job. The only person left high and dry was you. She said that Montana took all the money, but yet, all the money was right whe...

We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 12

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"I can't fucking believe it. We just got fire-bombed by Michigan Mike from motherfucking Munich!" are the first words Mira hears when she comes to. She feels wind on her face and the sun is a glaring, cantankerous orb in the flawless blue sky above her. Every piece of her feels burned, sore. She tries to sit up. "Lay down honey, there's nothing to see here!...

We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 18

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Mira finally removes her hospital wrist band as she sits in the Benz she purchased fresh out of the trauma ward. She is all dolled up with butterflies in her stomach. The sun is high in the sky and she exhales as she lets the relief of complete solitude wash over her. She'd lost it for a moment; lost her bearings, lost her sense and Mikowski had apparently...

Thompsons Ferry

by SLGRANT on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

THOMSONS FERRY CHAPTER ONE When James Delray moved to the town of Thompsons Ferry fifteen years ago, he was a thirty year old chef looking for a change of career in the booming oil fields that dot the area. After a couple of years as a welder and pipe-fitter on several rigs, he spotted a possible niche for a new restaurant concept. After pitching his idea...

We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 20

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

It is faint at first, but he hears it. The thud and ring of metal hitting the fresh soil amidst her little yelps, her panting, a hissed curse every now and then. He would recognize her voice anywhere and apparently, under any circumstance. He waits. The sound breaks his resolve and all the pain he'd worked to block out returns. The blinding throb in the bac...

We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 11

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

She is sore when she climbs out of the rented Aston Martin. Her hip joints hurt and pain radiates from between her legs as she walks up the bleach white driveway through the blazing Vegas heat to a sprawling mint green stucco mansion. She ignores the pain, as delicious as it is, to the best of her ability. She ignores the memories of Mandrake and Mint that t...

Mafia: 3: After Sal Marcano

by Ragnockae136 on Apr 26, 2019
Fan Fiction

--(--(--(Author's Warning: This Story Takes Place After Sal Marcano's ****, and Assumes Lincoln Ruled New Bordeaux With All Three Original Underbosses, But Never Lost Father Jame's Affection Or Friendship. The Districts Assigned To Each Underboss Is Represented By My Own Choices During My Playthrough In-Game)--)--)-- (Paradiso Hotel and Casino, Six Months L...

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Quiet Desperation

by trigudis on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Note: There's no graphic sex here, folks, so if that's priority read no further. However, if you find compelling two would-be lovers, both married to other people, caught up in moral conflict, read on, because that's what this romance story is about. ***** Tim No, I wasn't surprised to learn that Addison Weil, a late wave baby-boomer, was married with gr...

We Are Both In The Dirt Ch. 13

by theeink on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"For some reason, I think of my mother whenever we finish making love," Mira says. Mint stands, stretches, ponders her statement. He can see it, she's never quite detached herself from her parent's expectations like a well-adjusted adult, after all. When they first started robbing banks she would always fall into melancholy for weeks after the job, pondering...

Holy Fuck... Ch. 02

by Scotsman69 on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Author's note: The first part of this was recently posted. You're advised to read it before you read this. My thanks as ever to my muse, for her inspiration and editing, and to raconteuse, who has greatly assisted with editing. And of course, to my readers, whose support and interest has helped sustain my writing. If you're new to Melanie, there are two ea...