I found this in my collection and realized it had been inadvertently deleted from the site and it was not my intention to take it down. I had fun writing it and it allowed me to revisit some old stompiong grounds which still tug hard at the sleeves. A jambalaya pot of bayou experiences... I could still taste the sweetness of the early satsumas as I tossed...
The curtain calls I occasionally use in my stories are my way of showing appreciation to others for various courtesies, which sometimes include an astute critique that I use for improvement. William Shakespeare once wrote, "The pen is mightier than the sword." As someone who once faced a sword-bearing warrior while a member of the Special Forces, I can tel...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to David who is back onboard proofreading for me again and thank you once again to Kate for being my second set of eyes. I hope you continue to enjoy this series. ~ellie. ***** "Fuck! She's gone?" Noah asked, incredulously. "Gone where? How?" "No one knows. No one saw anything. We're tracking down the night nur...
Author's Note: Thanks to my editor, Saltysooner, who helped with character conversations, grammar and much, much more. Lovers' Dilemma: recap of the end of Chapter One Once lonely geeks, Alex and Peggy found each other and developed a romantic love affair that has gone on for six years. They pledged their love to each other, and have been true to each...
Author's Notes Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions. To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially n...
A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for their editing of my stories making them a much better read. * Chapter 1 What to say. I was lonely and paid the price. Life was so good and my marriage was great. We had two nearly grown children and were living a rather normal life. Then, she had to go and die. God, how I miss her! Women of forty...
The late afternoon fall sun felt good as I sat on the back deck of my house, drinking a beer. A breeze blew some leaves off the trees making it a little chilly, as I sat and stared blankly at the woods behind the house. I loosened my tie and took another long pull off the bottle, contemplating what would come next. You see, at the age of 55 I had just buried...
Chapter One "Damn him. He wasn't supposed to be the first one to go. He promised me. He's really screwed it up, he has." Sadie, jarred by the tone of Jan's voice, sat up on her haunches and nosed her head into her new mistress's hand. Without even realizing she'd done it, Jan stroked Sadie's head and behind an ear. Reassured, Sadie gave an "I wasn't really...
Author's note: I was in a quandary as to what category to use for this one - apologies in advance if anyone feels misled. ***** In this otherwise dismal start to summer, Dick finally saw a tiny bit of happiness. His 'Aunt Matilda' was due for a visit. She wasn't really his aunt, of course - she only had one living relative, her niece Sara. But his mom, Jea...
She'd always considered herself an anarchist, and she thought that ironic -- or she had, anyway -- once upon a time. Anne Rutherford left Grand Island, Nebraska for Cambridge, Mass, and in a way unlike any before her. Wide-eyed and sure of herself, academically accomplished and politically naïve, she made it into Harvard on a Wadsworth scholarship, determin...