Steve jumped into the future, to attempt to stop Angel's mother from being killed by the Rogue Storm Trooper. To be precise, the Storm Trooper had already killed Angel's mother. Steve was going to try and change history, to erase her death. The British Temporal Organisation; that effectively controlled Time Travel frowned upon this. He would have to k...
1. Sitting in the bar, he looked around for her. The online chat had been easy, the usual bantering flirtation and then direct talk, easier to do in this removed way. The conversation had moved to his statements about seeking a higher level of intensity, beyond the casual dating of an older divorced guy, and beyond casual romance. She seemed to understand w...
Wednesday, November 20th Once again I slept like a baby, having been completely worn out by the day's activities. The difference between this morning and the previous mornings was that today I had been awakened by the sound of my phone ringing. Apparently someone had requested that I receive a wake-up call at 8:30 this morning. Seconds after I hung up the...
This was my first attempt at writing a story about a cheating wife and though some people liked the premises of the story , many more found the end unsatisfying. So I rewrote some of the story, the bulk of the which remains the same though I did correct a few errors. I added quite a bit to the ending and hope you enjoy it. Again any and all comments are welc...
I was sitting on my kitchen counter without a stitch of clothing. My legs were spread and dangling over the edge; my hands clutched that same edge at my hips. I wouldn't move. I could have moved, but I wouldn't. I was fulfilling a bizarre promise to stay in that position until my husband got home. Left alone like that, another person would have moved, not fe...
There were always little rituals to be observed and even the smallest of goals to be achieved in the space of a day. They were the routines and the mental talismans that kept Hannah's overactive brain in check and allowed her to manage the obsessive nature of her thoughts from one hour to the next without spinning out of control. Deprived of their comfort an...
Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read....
*Prologue* My name is Allison, and I work on an estate in Florida. My title is head housekeeper, but I'm really just a glorified maid, managing a staff of three other women. The master of the estate, Mr. Zachary White, is an executive at a computer company. He is in his mid forties, a little over six feet, well built and in pretty good shape. The mistress,...
[This story was heavily inspired by H.P. Lovecraft. Since most of my stories take place in Lovecraft country, I felt it was time I finally came up with a horror-oriented story with some of my old characters. The following contains elements of incest, so if that offends you, please read no further.] La'Tonya Morse looked at the clock as her car sped past the...
Like to thank kanga40 for all the hard work on the story. I did make changes and not sure if I sent them all. So blame me for not sending all the changes. This is four parts and should follow each day. Thanks for reading. I was born in Canada and have dual citizenship with the United States. Both my parents are citizens of the U.S. My name is Jon Fuller a...