Chapter 11 – The Execution Ground In the morning, at 6.55 prompt, Emma was startled into consciousness by an intrusive buzzing in her vagina. For a few seconds, she wondered where she was, but then the memories came flooding back, urged by the throb of the raw pain from the four angry circles on her soft body. The pain was intense. How had she slept through...
++++++++++++++++++ This 3rd chapter is about the time after Sasha's and Chris' first anniversary. I am very thankful for the help of my editors Dale and LaRascasse. They did a great job and made really large efforts in order to get all my mistakes out. For any tedious English only I am to blame. You guys are great. Thank you so much! I wish you an enter...
At work on Friday, it went without saying that we would be going to the bar again, so Sandy and I hardly spoke, tacitly having agreed to downplay our relationship at work. But late in the afternoon, she called and told me that Vivienne had rung to tell her that she had to substitute for someone on a domestic flight, and then asked softly: "If you want to, I...
Author's Note: I would like to thank dragonknightleader for writing the two sex scenes, and Emily Thayer for editing the chapter. Thursday, January 5, 2012 C.E. Batman's Quarters, Justice League Watchtower, Orbit of Earth Batman is feeling much better. Bruce is actually sitting up talking with Doctor Leslie Thompkins, who is dumbfounded, "It would seem...
November 1948 Oakland, California Bleary-eyed and doing his best not to fall asleep, John Crossfield cast a weary gaze on the departure board above the ticket counter for the tenth time in about as many minutes, then, looking at his Hamilton wrist watch, he hoped against all reasonable expectation that today's train would be called on time. It was almost...
I'LL BE ALRIGHT...'TIL THE HURTING STARTS (Author's note: Another long gap and as always I apologize to readers who've emailed me asking for more of the WWWM saga. But I hope readers like this one. And as I mentioned at the end and I'll repeat here, this is not the end of the story. There are a number of chapters remaining. Which I'll post as I can finish t...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...
This story, my first effort, is affectionately dedicated to a very special lady from the South (USA), without whose inspiration it would not have been conceived. The story gets off to a very slow start. Readers who are purely interested in the 'sexy bits' should probably jump to Chapter 6. I hope, however, that there are a few people out there who like a lo...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
(NOTE: This takes place sometime at the end of the millenium, when CDs ruled, not everyone had a cell phone, and you mostly had to get out of your house and go to a store to buy things-max) ***** Joe felt baffled. Woke up and felt baffled. Because he was alone, and not with Lana. Because he was back where he had left. Where he had once escaped, he returned...