Chapter 2. "First" "When I was younger, I liked these to be slightly toasted, but now that I'm older, I like 'em... charred." "You obviously have a thing for flaming balls." Bella's laughter, sweet and melodious as it was to Jason's appreciative ears, filled the late morning air all around them. A rare, precious gem, his bride was brimming with spirit - u...
Note: This is meant to be a continuation of Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982. I have received permission via email from the original author to post this story as a continuation of his. Reading that series first will give you context for this. ***** "I thought I was hallucinating." Bela glumly said. "That my guilt was making me imagine you were righ...
Note: This is a work of fiction! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: This is a Novel 110. Plausible Deniability "Clark, where was that boy when I was run...
A/N: I'm working on some errata to correct some of the consistency problems across the series. One which impacts this chapter is helmets. I've kind of flip flopped over how much to include the whole takes off/dons helmets bits, and largely neglected it because it felt tedious to write, so instead I came up with wearing them in sliver form, and activating the...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. Saturday, October 27 Hazel awakened at 4:30. She took off her heels leaving the hose on and pulled the blanket back over them both. I feel alive she thought and as she tried to get back to sleep she replayed what she felt by letting her sexuality flow more...
Chapter 11. "Legitimate" Lindsay gently pushed Sammy down onto the bed until he was in a seated position with his back comfortably resting against the headboard. She grinned as his dark, commanding eyes ravaged her body and even felt shivers traverse down her spine. I love it when guys fuck me with their eyes like that. Her fingers involuntarily flexed i...
Disclaimer: You know I don't own anything Firefly, don't you? Joss Whedon is King of the Firefly/Serenity 'Verse and I'm just a lowly vassal worshipping from afar. This will read like a terribly wordy sequel to The Measure of a Jayne I posted here previously. Prior to this bit of fluffy nonsense TMoJ was my first-ever fanfic, this is my second. Bein' new...
Chapter 5: I hope that you're the one June 24th 1968 The feeling in my heart could only be described as hatred. For so long I had wondered who she was, what she'd look like how she'd lived with herself. And now looking at her all I could think was how do you shop for cat eye glasses and silk scarves when you abandoned your child? How do you get up every mo...
Chapter 10. "Attachment" "I work between 48 to 56 hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make $16.55 an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this club called Kittens Cabaret and probably make more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store." "Oh, I know the f...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the beginning to appreciate this tale. * Wednesday, October 24 As soon as Emerson left I chased a giggling and playful Veronica up the stairs towards our bedroom . When I caught her just inside the door and tried to kiss her, she wiggled free and proceeded to teasingly push me towards the large be...