Dedicated to Dsireme #1 I could hardly believe it; my dream has finally come true. Here was TJ standing in my hotel room looking so beautiful and extremely sexual in her short skirt and white school girl blouse. Yes, she was right here, right in front of me and as I took her hand in my hand it shook a little from the lust inside both of us. She was lovelie...
Written on a park bench, autumn equinox 2001, and dedicated to a woman I love. I came to the park today to work on my novel. I love to come out here and sit on a bench overlooking the inlet and let new and fresh and exciting ideas flow from the trees and flowers through my mind and onto the page. My bench is about a mile along the trail from the parking lot...
I came to Canada not to meet her, but to dig up information on a case. She just happened to live in the same city. I finished early with the work and called her. I had her number from our chats online and never thought of using it while I was here. I did not believe I would have enough time to meet. However, it was 3 in the afternoon, all the paperwork was...
Growingly, Aurelia was becoming more and more depraved in her bent indulgences. Having already killed her target vampire, she was not at all concerned by the fact that roaming the grounds were vampiric zombies, the results of failed genetic testing by the organization she had just effectively brought down. On the contrary, from what she has seen of these zo...
Hiking the Falls Late June, the first year Tom, Lindsay and Kelly visit a waterfall. There are other stories about Kelly, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one. I have started writing a couple of others and will post them, should readers continue to like reading about her experiences. If you want to read the...
Amy snapped her wrist in an upward motion then stepped back to admire her work. The annoying throb in her lower back subsided, and the confidence trickling through her lifted her spirits. It was exactly how she had pictured it. The colors bold, lines soft. Imagined images of presenting the piece for display in the art gallery downtown, flicked through her mi...
I think we're both a little too used to things being how they are. We're on a bench in our shared college campus, watching the clouds pass us by. You point out the shape of each one and even though none of them look like anything, I nod in agreement while trying not to lean on your shoulder or hold your hand. My mind steals the present from me as all I can...
I have a habit of remembering the little things more than the big picture...but it's the little nuances that put a big smile on my face the next day. It's not even about the big picture anymore. It's more about savoring the moment for all that its worth. And it's worth a lot; it's lengthy and disgustingly delicious. He's becoming more amazing with every fuck...
Hello all. Usually I post random poems or rants, but I would just like to take the time to post something about roleplaying. Ever had that situation come up, where you watched your character grow up from a simple youth to a full grown adult? You've seen him or her fight; you cried when they cried, you felt what they felt you saw them bleed and then started...
Natasha stood in the basement lab and waited for the advanced Pam unit to arrive. The Master Computing Device had received the agent's silent alarm, and had made all the necessary preparations for an emergency diagnostic and repair session. Pam's robotic friend Marcia was standing at attention five feet away from the front door. As soon as her microphones de...