There wasn't any preparing myself, even if I told myself there was as I stood in front of the mirror and double-checked my hair and make-up, smoothed the brown silk skirt and tucked in my blouse. I was glad I was upstairs when she rang the doorbell. Just hearing her voice made my hands tremble and I pressed them to my thighs to keep them still as I paused at...
They say that in the end time heals all wounds. I don't know, they may be right. But it really is too easy to be right that way. I mean, how could they go wrong when they never tell how much time it takes to heal? In my case, two years obviously wasn't enough -- as I found out in the lounge bar of the Belmont Hotel in Dallas, Texas. Even before the divorce...
A pair of eyes were watching Lynn. She couldn't see who they belonged to, but she knew who it was all the same. He had managed to follow them here, and now there he was, staring into their bedroom from somewhere out in the forest. Turning over in bed, she reached over to wake Takoda. She had to warn him that Dex was out there stalking them, but as she realiz...
His father was the devil. An abusive alcoholic that terrorized his family; a savage, brutal man who tortured his son on any given day. A man who had murdered his own wife before the eyes of his only son. Jake chose not to remember his mother, he wanted to remember the loving woman, but all he could remember was sitting in the closet watching his father b...
The most addictive feeling in the world is that between panic and arousal. The feeling that submitting to overpowering lust will bring you pleasures you never dreamed of…in exchange for an eternity of death and damnation. And I should know. I felt it the night I died. I was not an adventurous woman. I worked an ordinary nine to five job, in an ordinary of...
To everyone who has sent such wonderful feedback, thank you and I apologise for there being such a delay in this next installment. Mundane life intruded in a big way and I had to give the writing a break for a while. I'm back with this chapter and there are more to come. I hope you enjoy this next installment! Left to her thoughts Kristy wondered at her rea...
For many years I led a life of quiet desperation. At the age of 23 I still lived with my divorced mother, and I was still a virgin. But do not think for a moment that I had no sex life, no appreciation for pleasures of the flesh. I did. I worshiped, adored, dreamed about, and was utterly obsessed with the legs of young women. Observation or contemplation o...
Lisa sat laughing and drinking with her group of friends, they had come to a hot new club in downtown Chicago only a short distance from the high end gym where most of them worked... many as trainers. There was always some kind of new pickup place that was hot on Rush or somewhere close to the Gold Coast, basic meat markets. This one was huge with three sepa...
Just a friendly note from the author here. This story serves as the end of the two series tale that began with The Pleasure of being Emily. If you're looking to get off to the fun that goes on in some of the other stories, I recommend you, you know, read them first, or, if you've read them before, again. This is more of a clincher, tying loose ends and prope...
Late in the night, the touch of a hand roused the princess from her sleep. "No, my lord," she mumbled. "I can take no more tonight, I beg you." "Hush, girl..." hissed a raspy voice from the darkness. The fire had died down to only coals, and in their red glow, the princess could make out the figure of the old man she'd seen in the banquet tent. "I have see...