Notes: This is the second part of the Summer Sweethearts series. You don't necessarily need to read the first part to enjoy this one, because it takes place the following morning, and thus stands alone quite well. If you find anything in this story familiar, it story began its life as "It was the Beginning of Summer" on Laurie's page, but this is an expan...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. * Winston Thomas, still as lean and lanky as a wet noodle, stands beneath a large glass ceiling in a marble room filled with artists, art, and angst. So much angst. And so sharp Winston wants to grate it over a delicious art burrito and have it for dinner. He's certainly not innocent...
Last night while we were having a drink with Grindle, we talked about our trip. Jaxson explained that his friend, Jeff, was going to set up camp for us on the far side of the Everglades because it attracted fewer visitors and our camp would be accessible by motorcycle but not by car because there was just a pathway through the woods to the site. He had given...
This story is a mix between romance and magic. Can a Bunnies save a man's tortured soul? Constructive comments are very welcome. EVERYONE in the story is at least eighteen years of age and willing participants. Thanks to Headitor for editing support and creative assistance. Without them the story would never have made it - any remaining errors we missed - w...
Chapter 1 "How much longer will we have to wait, Claire?" Claire Chamberlain looked at her sister, then glanced around the table in the back of the occult bookstore which she and Sybil ran in Des Moines. "We will wait as long as we have to wait, Sybil," she replied. "We have waited sixteen years, what is another few weeks or months?" "But the power, Aunt...
Dear Readers, I can hardly believe that six months have passed since the last installment. I don't take your interest in this story, or your comments or emails for granted. However it is very important that each post that I share capture the unique dynamic of these two characters. Erotica is important but I always want it to be shrouded in the love that t...
All right, you caught me. This story was my tribute to DQS, for all his great work. I did a story called 'The Cost', influenced by Ohio, and its' had over sixty thousand views, my best effort so far. I figured if it worked once, maybe it would again. As for DQS and HDK praising my writing, it's like Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan saying the boy can carry...
Dockside Birdie, rest a little longer, 'Til little wings are stronger, So she rests a little longer, Before she flies away.+++Tennyson, Sea Dreams Not far from the Tower of London, a few hundred yards at most and flanking the old city, there is a small marina, and actually, as marinas go, it's a decent one. A bit of a chore to get to -- fighting mad tides...
I was a little surprised by a few things other than Mitchell showing up at Adam's place, and they looked to be good things. Abaddon, my moody and serious Master at Arms, was openly playful and showing affection for Meghan, who was like a niece to me. They couldn't go more than a few seconds without being in contact with each other. Now that they had confesse...
ONE July 2, 1982 The two 19 year old girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village. The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick gl...