Much appreciation to my trio of friends: Vanessa Nelson, GTDaytona and Mr. Fox for their guidance and edits. Remaining mistakes are all mine. ***** At five Karla texted Philip the address of the chain restaurant that was to be the setting for the execution of her plan. She was going to confess to her boyfriend that she had had 'unintentional' sex with Mei...
Chapter 12 – Storming Hanover After the meeting with the local powers of Siemens, Lars walked me to the car. I had the Mercedes, with Russell driving. Loaning me Russell was the sort of generous gesture I learned to expect from Sheila. I was also glad she sent Christine, who makes a great human comforter. It was good that I did not yet know about Lars' tran...
This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters. Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapte...
Natalie slunk quietly into the tavern, hoping her presence was unnoticed. Her skirts seemed heavy-laden with some liquid of sorts, and her staff, gripped in one hand, glowed faintly, though not enough to attract attention. The usual abundance of ebony curls was tamed this evening, pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, though a few wayward tendrils...
G'day and Merry Christmas. It's finally arrived, the fourth and final chapter. The three previous chapters were posted in early November. A quick recap to refresh your memory. Tony and Sal go to their ten year school reunion and meet up with Melissa, Sal's best friend from school, and her older husband Dave. Melissa is having trouble getting pregnant and of...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
It was a late summer afternoon and Lexi was sitting in the employee parking lot behind the one-story brick building where she used to work. She was waiting for her friend Devon to come out. Some years ago, they had been pretty close friends and now they never got to see each other, but that was actually the lesser of the reasons she wanted to stop by for a v...
"Hey, Con. I just remembered; my cousin Marcus is going to be in town next week—staying at our place." Connie raised a querying eyebrow. "Oh?" "You know. I told you about him, the hockey player...? Twenty years old. Plays Junior-A, back east." Stewart was, obviously excited by this. Connie nodded, "Oh, yeah," as he went on. "Well, he's gonna be here Thur...
Dear Reader, this is my penultimate submission, but one that I wrote a year ago. It's one of my favourites and is more of a gentle erotic story than some of my hardcore ones. I wanted it to titillate, but be suitable for a read next to your Christmas tree. I also wanted it to be filled with a little more hope than some of my recent output. Transgender or tra...
[Author's note : All characters in this story are fictional and depicted as over 18] * Four weeks ago I was a sulky blind kid who didn't have a date for his senior prom. Three weeks ago my fairy godmother said, "You shall go to the ball." Two weeks ago she went back to her own life, leaving me to get ready for college. One week ago I quit trying to make...