Just a whimsical quickie for the few who appreciated my last oxymoronic non sequitur... (All fiction. Never knew anyone like these characters. All countries described are fictional. Surely you can't believe a constitutional republic called the United States of America ever existed. No one with flickering intelligence would bother imagining the extant 21st C...
A NOTE TO MY READERS ABOUT CHAPTER 5 This chapter is very long and covers several events and incidents. I apologize for the wait as well as the length. Since this book is designed to conclude at chapter 7 it is important that the story leads to a conclusion. This chapter is designed to allow Judo and I to reach that goal without too much awkwardness or cont...
-XI- Barely a sennight after Valentine's departure to Scotland and bedlam, Godfrey Godwin sat at his desk with the day's post and a half-empty bottle of whisky. It had been much the same scene since his daughter was taken from his home; him buried in papers and books and drinking, the door locked against his wife. Having experienced Violet's attitude since...
"You need to get more aerobic exercise," said Dr. Smith, studying the printout that integrated the stress test, lung capacity test and blood oxygen levels from the torture device on which I'd just spent 15 minutes. "Your muscle tone and body fat percentages aren't bad, and neither is your cholesterol level, but your oxygen delivery stinks. How much exercise...
Chapter 3: Jazz, Fingers & Confessions, and on a school night, too! Lara and I woke the next morning with two slices of pizza left in the box on the bed. My hand was on the margherita slice. We had gone to sleep over pizza and old movies. I lifted my hand, and there was sauce and a basil leaf on my fingers. "What the hell, I can't let sauce this good...
Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenc...
DISCLAIMERS: 1). All sexual participants in this story are of legal age. 2). This is a direct sequel to "Summer's Warmth: A Winter Encounter," the first story I wrote for this site. This installment stands on its own, but check out the original for Leon's first encounter. 3). There is a larger abundance of 'story' here than sex, but stick around!...
BY LISA BETH DARLING Writing as Ebony Clarke An Anti-Fanfiction Fifty Shades of Grey Piece Moon Mistress Publishing USA Moon Mistress Publishing New London, CT 06320 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual or fictional eve...
Sunday - All Aboard Dawn's Early Light Ophelia wakened slowly in the yacht cabin and stretched her arms above her head with a wide yawn. A single sheet covered her naked body, mounded over her generous breasts. The ship was tied up securely to the dock in their home port. Restless wavelets washed gently against the hull. The early morning birds chirped to...
For starters, my thanks to PokingFun for keeping her head above the rip tide long enough to edit this work. To Smutol, who fought with me - A LOT - but provided invaluable input into character interactions and was often the voice for 'the little guy'. To Talonwolf because apparently the ATF can't do their jobs to my satisfaction. To the Voice Howling In t...