"Love You Forever..." started as an idea for a 3,000 word contribution to the Halloween contest and it turned out to have a life of its own. I have the complete story almost finished, so as I'm dedicating myself to the editing process, I'm releasing the lengthy story in sections manageable both for your reading and for my editing. The next chapter should be...
I was sitting in my office in a small Scandinavian town and it was a nice lazy sunny Thursday morning at the end of June. Like everybody else, I was looking forward to a four week summer holiday, which began at noon on Friday. Then I got the mail and shit hit the fan. No business mail today and the only mail was an anonymous letter, which read: "Dear friend...
"Well?" Mrs Prince asked. "Umm..." Ben stammered as he tried to come up with an explanation. "Well, uhhhh, we were, ummm..." "There's a perfectly rational explanation for this..." Madame Dupont started, but Mrs Prince cut her off. "No there isn't, you've clearly been having sex with a student! You've still got his cum on your chin, you dirty little slut!"...
My name is Maryanne. I'm a 28-year-old single woman living in the guest house on an old wine estate in the hills above the Napa Valley. It's purely a rental (I'm not a guest!), and I've lived there for around four years. It's very quiet, and the drive to work in my old jeep (I work as a social services psychologist) isn't too long. After a long day with pati...
** This is the first story I have ever written, and is dedicated to Countess DeWinter. Thank you for being my inspiration and for giving me the confidence to try something like this. ** * * * * * "Lady Martin..." Her mind barely registered the words, lost in a fantasy world of adventure and dashing heroes, as she tried desperately to forget, if just for a...
A work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially starting with chapter one. The cops pay a visit after Myra's and Wendell's big adventure. In a nod to Luedon, I took the ice out of the scotch. ***** We got back to our house about noon after our fleabag motel adventure. Myra sat at the kitchen table while I made a pot of Earl Gr...
The sleek jet-furred Panther-demon and his Lynx-demon business partner were closing up their business premises for the evening, having secured their fish catch in cold storage prior to the market the next morning. I could see the Lynx-demon's eyes glowing as the pair approached the street lamp I was standing under. I fiddled with the little cats head charm t...
He was a wiry man seated on a bar stool, Frederika judged him about sixty: but he was seventy. His aim, he had mentioned it casually, was still to be sexually active at ninety and fuck an eighteen-year old on his birthday. "Imagine that," he had said with his ever-engaging smile, "a girl a fifth of my age!" Frederika had looked shocked - and was, "Get to 1...
I hope everyone is enjoying the story. Life's issues allow me only a chapter a month right now, so please have patience. As always, I appreciate your comments, and thank you for reading. -Guinevere A. Hart *** The Norrhim camp was on the rocky arctic coast, near the entrance to the "dragon" cave where Wy was certain Lost would find her ship. Though it was...
Borys Chaika, the red headed page, he was the one to knock on the door the following morning, right after breakfast. Rahela told a chambermaid to let him in. He had a box of items. Three aprons and three pairs of wooden pattens for protecting shoes. "His Imperial Majesty has sent the head Fowl Keeper here to guide you," Borys said. "He's waiting in the ha...