Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series. Chase Abernathy was exhausted. A combination of a heavy meal and a long flight had conspired to make him feel as if he’d just completed a triathlon. His shoulders ached from carrying his on-flight bags, his legs were sore from standing most of the day and his mind was numb from the effort of completing and pre...
A big thank you to scintillating for her editing and patients. You are led to a room. You know that this is where the game starts and you enter. Inside the room there is a table, padded and covered in leather, and the room is lit by candles mounted on the walls and on small tables scattered around the room. I command you to stand facing the wall as I put le...
Nobody ever wants to work late. When it really gets down to it, we would all rather be somewhere else, anywhere else, than be at the office after hours. Yet, here he was. All of his coworkers had scurried home hours ago but he was still here sorting out the last of his paperwork, preparing for a filing. The attorney that he was assigned to had stayed with hi...
Surrendering to the pleasure that engulfed my entire body I lay there quaking and shivering under the pressure of this gorgeous male body pressed against me. When the spasms stopped, my body felt overwhelming warm and wet. My face was flushed and I couldn't focus my eyesight quite yet. All of my senses were working on over load. The heat from the fire and th...
Authors Note – Please read "The Beginning..." and "The Dream Continues" series. They may you understand this tale. Chapter 6: The Weekend Starts Flying Washing after great sex had become ritualistic, but my wonderful friend was having none of this. She snaked up the bath, her engorged teats just brushing my skin. She bowed her head, took my right nipple...
I wake to a warm ray of sun filtering through the dusty window blinds onto my face and within an instant am struck by the fact that maybe those last couple shots from the previous night were not a good idea. A need for water and aspirin is immediately apparent, but hasty movements are out of the question as well. Better to ease into a hangover. I stretch my...
Dave Matthews is a poet, in the purest, most magical sense of the word. There's something ethereal about what he does with the image of a couple laughing and dancing in the rain. Once we had fought our way through to the baggage claim area and retrieved his luggage (which was only one fairly small shoulder bag) we were ready to grab a cab and head back to M...
Lying face down where Euan had lowered her, Melissa felt the hardwood of the bedroom floor pressing against the soft warmth of her body. Still panting slightly, she revelled in the coolness, rolling onto her back to feel it against her heels, her thighs, her bum, her upper back, her shoulders, her elbows. In the darkness, it was purely about touch, about sen...
Many moons ago upon a stormy winter's night a young Queen sits in her bedchamber staring out at the falling snow. In her lap is her embroidery yet her hands are still. Instead she is thinking about her fate, or rather her curse, to be married to such a cold ruthless man. Though she dreads having a child by him, lest it be a son and become like him, she still...
I grab your hair from behind and pull you back to me. I lean down and you feel my hot breath on your neck. My rough cheek gently scratches your tender skin. I gently nibble on your neck, pulling your head back. You can feel my hardness pressing into the cleft of your buttocks as I reach around and softly stroke your nipple, making it come alive under my fing...