It happened with a whimper, not a bang. Halloween. It came on a Friday. Kids didn't have school the next day. They were out trick-or-treating, the younger ones with their parents, the older ones causing mischief -- soaping windows, banging on doors and running away, leaving a little flaming..."present" on the front porch. It was a nice night, pleasantly war...
I leaned back in our hot-tub, a glass of bourbon in my hand, closed my eyes for a brief moment, and tried to remember another afternoon and evening in our backyard that I'd enjoyed more than today. I couldn't. Donovan and Dani were funny, smart, and genuine. I found myself connecting with them more quickly than I had with anyone in a very long time. Svend wa...
"Tsk!" sniffed Eloia Rand. "More of those greedy bloodsuckers, Kyra, can you believe it?" Kyra glanced up from her lunch, her gaze taking in the stern disapproving set of her mother's profile and beyond her, the thorny white ship descending to the docking gantry. The outer wall of the First Colonial Mall's sustenance court was force-window from floor to c...
The gate between our two yards was still open, just as it'd always been. Mrs Donovan had moved in as a childless widow the old house next door when I was 10 and she was 28 and she and my mother had become fast friends. But Mrs Donovan was an oddity to me -- she lived alone with a small Yorkshire terrier and there was no man in her life. I'd ever known of wom...
Dear reader...ah, I'm so embarrassed. I promised myself I'd write this faithfully, but that promise was broken. I'm so sorry if you read the first chapter forever ago. Lots of happenings since then, but that's hardly an excuse. So, here is chapter 2. Chapter 3 coming as soon as humanly possible, I hope. Let me know what you think, dears. Thank you sooo much...
Shawn was an average student. His grades were only decent and could be improved if only he gave a shit. He was a returning graduate, nineteen in a class with seventeen year olds. The truth was, he really didn't care. Shawn and his mother lived alone and moved around the country at least once a year. Her jobs were only temporary so he never had motivation to...
She came as soon as his pubic hair met her hairless cunt and clung to him as he settled into a slow, lazy rhythm, rotating his hips just a touch as he slid into her, scraping against her hot spot. Kara gasped. The sensations were unreal. With each stroke and resulting scrape, she felt as if she'd fly apart, as if she wanted to push him off and beg him, no mo...
Let me get this straight up front. Almost every weekend, I play Fantasy Games with my husband. I do it because I want to, not because he has manipulated me or coerced me. I do it by my own choice, for my own pleasure. My husband does his part for his own pleasure. In playing our roles and crafting the situations, we keep both our individual libidos and our m...
The soft touch of Amalie's mouth on her skin sent waves of heat skittering through her, raising goose bumps in its wake. Kara moaned softly as the woman's lips grazed her cheek, then moved down the side of her jaw, targeting the shell of her ear. As her tongue lazily traced the rim, Donovan knelt at Kara's feet and ran his hands up her legs, enjoying the fee...
Have you ever felt your body waking, no longer in deep sleep, but your mind is yearning to stay locked in the dream you're in? I've spent the past four months craving Donovan's hands all over my naked body and this dream feels real... If I wake up now I'm gonna need to play with my jewels before I can even begin to start my day. Oh yes... I said what I said!...