*Author's note- Hey guys, I apologize for the extreme infrequence of these chapters. I really do love the story and the characters, its just hard to get motivated to sit down and write sometimes. As weird as it may sound, I actually get more motivated to work if I think that you guys are really waiting for the next installment. So that leaves it up to you gu...
Sorry about the previous version of this last installment. This is still exactly word for word, only the repetition has been removed. Thanks for your patience Cassandra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop doing that," Scott told Manni, trying to turn her over on her back to face him. Ever since the other night when they had made love, Manni was finding it har...
***This wasn't part of the original tale. I wrote it and added it because it was a little fun to write, trying to imagine the little scenes. Besides, I realized that Abi was going to need somebody to do the wrenching on that thing. 0_o *** ------------------------- Ouna walked into the galley and Pob set the breakfast she'd made before her. Ouna said th...
I was pretty shaky the morning after Tom and Sue made love. Before that night, I would never have believed that I could watch my wife have an intense, intimate relationship with another man. Their lovemaking was so passionate that it left me completely drained. Sue and I had never strayed before, and so it was a shock to me that she really went ahead and did...
I took over as manager of a small branch of an electrical retailer when my predecessor died of a heart attack. I'm pretty satisfied in my own mind that he worked himself to death, because although I was titled 'assistant manager' and supposed to be his deputy, he would never let me have any part in running the branch. I was kept completely in the dark, never...
"Is that the guy Felicia was talking about over there?" I asked. Anna followed my gaze to a booth in the corner of the nightclub. Almost instantly she turned her head back to the bar rolling her eyes with a smile on her face. "Yes, Trina, that's him," she replied sounding dramatically bored. I studied the guy from my stool at the bar toying with the str...
The sun was just setting when I wheeled the Screamin' Eagle Fat Boy into the empty garage bay. Gary's Land Rover was parked in the next stall. I revved the engine a few times, allowing the rumbling to reverberate off the walls before shutting it down. Entering the house, I found my husband wiping down his precious golf clubs in the kitchen. He looked up at...
Chapter 9 Tina Speaks I wanted to title this chapter "How to make love to a man in a wheel chair who can't move his arms or legs but can kiss with passion." But it was too long and Jack vetoed it anyway. He wanted me to title it, "How to F*** in a wheelchair/hospital bed/recliner." But I dislike the F-word intensely. We finally agreed on "Tina Speaks." Th...
Author's Notes: Well, here we go. I'm halfway done the third part of this novella-length story, which will be five parts long (and should approach somewhere in the neighbourhood of 35,000 words at its conclusion). It has a long build-up (nothing technically happens until the second part) and a strange and brisk first part. Might not be worth reading, but hop...
Thursday morning the mail came late, not until nearly six when Claire was heading out the door to meet with Sebastien. There were a couple of bills, a postcard from Portugal (where one of her childhood friends was vacationing), and a card in a lilac envelope. It wasn't just any card, either. It was an invitation to a wedding, sort of a last-minute thing put...