*** Hi!!! This is the EIGHTH and FINAL installment of WITHIN AMIE I'm a part time English speaker so naturally, there would be grammar mistakes and confusing sentences here and there LOL so I'm sorry for that. With love, Jayleen *** I took a deep calming breath as the tall majestic double-door opened in front of me. I could hear the sound of the door op...
Notes on the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia as a society (the stuff that didn't make it into the novel) Readers have commented and asked me questions about my imaginary country, the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia. Here are some details to give you an idea of what this imaginary society is like, of what I envisioned when I created it. I want to emphasize that...
Chapter 21 -- A day of reckoning Prime Minister Vladim Dukov did not have much time to contemplate the fate of the Royal Family. His cell phone went off while he was still in the throne room talking to the Priestess. When he checked the number he realized it was a call from an agent working for the Danubian Secret Police. The agent reported that eight forei...
Disclaimer: Regular readers may find this story to be a brief departure from my usual uplifting stories. My challenge was to write an erotic tragedy about a terribly wayward and ill-fated character. This is a brief story about sadness and pangs of the heart -- and the inability to understand how to deal with them. Note that there are also suggestions of ince...
I don't know why it took me so long to get it. The pieces were all there. You provided me clues for years, through our entire marriage actually. It just took me forever to put those pieces together. For example, there was the day I walked in the bedroom and caught you twiddling yourself on our bed; eyes squeezed shut, panties pushed down around your knees, t...
This time of year, darkness came early, but not early enough for me to get some warm up business before Vera turned up in her limo and took me to the hotel. I'd decided to dress in a £3,500 suit I'd bought earlier in the day, but this was nothing to what she met me in the restaurant with. She wore a slinky red dress with matching and rather skimpy lingerie....
Chapter 8: Beauty's Rose Lilandra lay in bed staring at the canopy overhead. It had been three days since she had seen the beast. Lynn had mostly confined her to her room but that didn't bother her. She did a lot of sleeping, eating and resting. Some of the deeper welts had finally stopped bleeding and were starting to heal. The brand also was starting to h...
Ambrose Sweet's ordeal takes a bizarre and unsettling new turn as he is further herded towards a particular fate, the nature of which slowly begins to dawn on him, even as he struggles in vain to blind himself to it. He is Your Master Now Part 4: The Four Nurses Ambrose whipped his head toward the loud, clockwork-like clacking of the iron door handle. He...
I'd made the commute from Stamford to Grand Central Terminal five days a week for three years. More than a thousand round trips. In that time warp of madness, I got to recognize my fellow travelers well. The old fellow in tweeds, summer and winter, who disappeared into the New York Times as soon as he sat down. The kid with a dripping nose who resembled a co...
BB lay between awake and sleep, her thoughts on this dream, this wish that now cuddled beside her. His heat warming her chill soul, and his caress resurrecting ancient memories filling her blissfully in a passionate embrace: Love. To feel as he felt, secure in his arms free from the lonely, empty cold she held the memory living the dream. Drawing him closer...