Well, as with every story, it's best to start at the beginning. I don't know how else I would explain how I came to be in the position I am in today without you knowing a few things about me. I am warning you. I might seem like a decent person, possibly even remorseful, but the fact that I am still living this life and enjoying the "rewards" of my...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, folks, I know it's been a while. Will admit to a certain amount of writer's block. But now I'm back, and I hope you all will enjoy this latest extravaganza! Everyone thought that Dawn and I would be together forever. We were childhood sweethearts, having known each other since grade school. Our first semi-official date was our 8th-grade...
John's art was compelling and whenever I visited his gallery I'd lose myself for hours, often sitting before a painting enraptured in its sheer beauty. The images went beyond erotic, transcended beauty, almost touching on divine. As blasphemous as it may sound, each and every image John revealed in his paintings was a religious experience. As I wandered thr...
Edited by CopperSkink November-18-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, livin...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. It is very loosely based on a rumor I heard many years ago, long before Grey's Anatomy. It is strictly about a man and a woman. As for the sex, it's not particularly wild. If you're looking for a quick read-n-jerk, this will disappoint you. There is no wine. There are no flowers. It is bittersweet story...
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Before my Master captured me - and yes he captured me as well as my heart - I was a lonely girl lost searching for my destiny. Let me tell you this. When you have within you a strong force driving you towards something it is only misery when you spend your life fighting it to feel more a part of the world and not apart from the world. But Master saw this i...
I went for a long drive today, and ended up, mid-afternoon, at Daly's Bay, watching the whitecaps on the Hudson River...along the way, I had called a few "play" friends to see if they were available to "help a girl out". None were, as usual. So I texted my "coffee friend"...the married man that I have been "on the fence" over...and pondering an intimate affa...
This story takes place in the World of War craft universe. All characters portrayed here are above the age of 18 and are used with the permission of their players. Any other characters are fictional, the creation of the author. As such any resemblance to actual characters is unintentional. This story is meant as the first part of a series, if there is inter...
James opened the front door to see Kate standing on the step. Wild blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, white tee shirt and the same old worn blue jeans. "James!" she beamed as if surprised to see him. He led her inside where she dropped down on to the white sofa, looking admiringly around the large room and then equally admiringly at James. "Coffee?" he...