"Madigan? Are you in here?" Young James Ian Pryce cautiously searches the shadows of the unexplored areas of the Ganthorian Hilton. He needed advice and the chance to offer a warning to her. Uncertain now of what her mindset was after losing her physical body permanently for a second time. He had searched high and low in the corridors as well as rooms that...
I'm seriously fucking nervous I'm not being gunned for I'm not gunning for anyone. I'm never nervous for that, this though I don't know how I can manage to sit on this bed in the examination room and not be bouncing off the walls. Sam is reading a magazine in a chair Constance's face on the cover she did go and speak to the press. When the doctor comes in ho...
"Jesus Christ!" I groaned, wiping the sweat off my brow before downing the last of my gin tonic. "What a fucking shit-show!" "Another one?" Jack, the bartender, asked, ignoring the expletives that just kept pouring out of my mouth. "You better believe it, buddy!" I groaned and slid the empty glass over the bar towards him, but not before fishing a half-mol...
I opened my eyes and saw Anne lying on her side looking at me lovingly with a sweet smile on her face. "How long have you been awake?" "Long enough to get over feeling that yesterday was only a dream and convince myself that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I love you Carl. I love you so much that I feel like a little girl again; that everything is ne...
I was trying to get this out in time for Christmas, but a 2 week bout of writer's block hindered that situation. That said, I hope this leads to a Happy New Year for you and yours. First, allow me to say that Brett Lynn is a pen name, and that I disclaim any connection to any persons who have that name in real life. I reserve all commercial and non-electroni...
This is my second submission but was in fact the first story I wrote. It once again takes place in the USA so any cross-cultural mistakes I will apologise for now in advance. This story is also linked marginally to another story I have written that I need to edit. I am not too confident about this one but would regret not publishing it. After plenty of good...
Author's Note: I would like to express my deepest appreciation to AsylumSeeker for so generously providing his editing expertise. His input has proved invaluable to this first-time author. Please note that any errors contained herein are solely my responsibility. ~**~ The bush plane shook as it flew into a current of air. Julia gripped the seat, the blood...
Before I start I want to thank Catheath, for being my editor, consultant, muse and friend. She is kind and patient with her help and guidance. Even her criticisms make me feel good. This is why these stories are dedicated to her. She is a warm, wonderful and very beautiful young woman. Again, thank you Catheath. This story is a first for the old Baron, wri...
*** Lynne had tears in her eyes when Leif parked the car, and then gently escorted her onto the ferry. It was a local ferry, so it was rather small, and it only had a top and a bottom floor. It was lovely to Lynne to be able to get on this Ferry. She'd wanted to ride since she was a child, and never got around to it as a grown woman, when she was free and...
I didn't recognize the number, but I certainly recognized the voice and understood the message, 5:30, Jackson, Bride. My Master isn't given to long conversations with me, or any explanations. My role is to make it happen. I met Master Fred in a sissy chat room and he swept me off my high-heels. By way of background my sissy name is Jamie Jo. I'm 44-years...