"I may not own you now, but after tonight... You will be mine – lock, stock and barrel," Aidan had said just before dragging her the remaining few feet to the vestibule that led to the lobby of his building. French was stunned, had no ready response to his words and thus let herself be pulled along by him. What had he meant? What was he planning? She knew t...
I'm not sure why we called it "the game," but somehow it just stuck. It was also possible to refer to it in mixed company without arousing too many suspicions, and I think that may have been it's biggest selling point. Michelle suggested it, claiming she knew several women who complained of inferior hook-ups and selfish men. I guess she had been bragging abo...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
Judy and I ate lunch reclining on the rug in front of the fire. About one thirty, as we were finishing the food, I heard the sound of a large truck or other vehicle outside and we both made our way over to the window. I pulled back the curtain part way so we could see what was happening. We had stopped slightly back from the window since we were both complet...
Strange how things happen when you least expect it, isn't it? Like with Bob and I. Married twenty years, no kids, his fault, not mine, the doctors tell us, but we don't mind ... not now. Oh, we're settled into a routine of long standing -- well we were, until that one particular night. Bob would come home from work, have his martini, sometimes two, and set...
*Hey guys! This last chapter made me think long and hard about the quality of work I've been issuing out. I haven't been fair. I haven't given my all and its become apparent that my work is being compared to 50 shades of Grey. This isn't the case. I'm my own. My words are greater than a speeding bullet and I can cut down the mightest oak with the mere uttera...
Nineteen It had been 6 weeks since their weekend on the beach. Work schedules, combined with a recognized need to be apart for a little while to recharge the excitement in their encounters, conspired to keep them apart. It's Friday morning, just another day. She is looking forward to the weekend away from the office bullshit. She was hoping to see him, or...
Thank you for rating my stories and providing feedback. I appreciate the messages and will write more chapters if there is a demand for them. ****************************** It was our anniversary and Ashley was thirty-five minutes late for our reservation. I ordered a strong drink and relaxed while I waited for her. I met Ashley six years ago. We were bot...
NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it's about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected charities and each anchor gets t...
Marci quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A black running shoe dangles from two fingers. She had always preferred stilettos because of the way they highlighted the shape of her legs. Even the shorter heel of a pump had been nice, and not hurt her feet as much. Since the amputation, just about anything without heels felt better and offered more stability on one le...