Hi all! I just wanted to let everybody know that I super appreciated the feedback I received on the last chapter. It's always difficult starting a new project, and I was a bit nervous about this one. That, and picking an Arachne as a story focus is very hot for some, not so much for others :P I did work very hard to keep the era realistic, but if you spot...
"You sure you still want to do this?" Jasmine asked cautiously. "We could just say you didn't feel well or something and cancel the sleepover." "I really hate the name sleepover... It always makes me think we're supposed to be having a pillow fight or some shit like that." Daisy rolled her eyes. "Besides...It's a thing now. When we're on break, we stay at o...
Online dating is like a negative lottery for many members of their desired site. The ratio of guys to girls is generally 95:5 and for the females, it is like searching for a needle in a haystack. For genuine men (rather than the players), standing out from the crowd of 'dick pics' with limited vocabulary is an ongoing challenge. When decent guys get noticed...
Chapter 1: A Text "Well, that's unfortunate. I will send you my travel itinerary once I book my flight." My father had just called to inform me of a death in the family. Not that it was a surprise, as my grandfather had been in and out of the hospital for months. At eighty seven years old, it's expected for the body to start shutting down. What a shitty s...
My thanks to Nthusiastic for her help with beta reading, editing, and making good suggestions! ***** Isonei's head ached again by lunch. Daedi had not been allowed to come with her to the palace, but Rimathe had spoken to the priests. The Torgan girl was being given warmer clothes and there was a widow in need of a companion, the Temple would look after th...
Six months ago I knew there was some thing wrong. There was a tension between us; it was like watching a thunder storm approach. Waiting for that first clap of thunder and the first flash of lightening to unleash the downpour. I was so unhappy with the situation that I was ready to call it quits on our marriage of eighteen years. I decided to precipitate the...
This is an Entry in the Valentine Day Contest, please give it a good vote if you enjoyed the story! Abasiophilia - Wheelchair Sex on Valentine's Day Abasiophilia is defined as sexual arousal derived from viewing or sexually interacting with a person who has limited mobility, such as an individual wearing a cast or using crutches or in a wheelchair. ........
1 Yes. A sunny balcony would be nice, I thought, circling another listing in crimson ink. Or maybe a roof garden. I could plant rosemary, and violets. I could paint. I bit the top of my pen and skimmed down the column to another number that didn't threaten to ruin me. 'Sur la rue Villeray. 3 1/2 chauffé. 1 chambre, style ouvert. Plancher bois franc. Disp...
In and Out Up on the third floor, Mike contemplated the large set of double doors in front of him. The wall where the wardrobe used to be had been replaced with a slightly wider hallway that terminated after a few yards at a large pair of metal doors with a series of gears built into them. He tested the handle, but the door didn't budge. Symbols were embla...
Author's Note: My sincerest thanks to my dear friend Lun who worked tirelessly to make this chapter happen with her excellent editing skills and beta reading all the many, many drafts(even the discarded ones, bless her). Hope you all enjoy the chapter. My only reward for my work are in your comments and votes. Please consider sharing your thoughts with me...