Hi everyone. Here is a story that I stated to write months ago before Starstruck, but I got major writers block so stopped writing it for a while and eventually forgot about it. After going through my computer files I found it again so I thought I'd have another crack at it. This is the first chapter, so tell me what you think and I will continue to write th...
The sun burned a dusty orange; its incessant heat scorched the landscape even as it set on the distant horizon. Dust hung in the air choking everyone and everything. The only sign of water was the tear tracks on the children's faces, and yet he still had hope. Though the dusty haze he watched as an old man approached him, walking very slowly. "The fever......
Yellow Fever Ray acted as my friend as well as my boss on the job, helped me get materials I needed, for example, sometimes let me into the storage area usually off-limits to faculty to search for myself. On our (artificial) beach weekend with him and Martha he talked about a trip he and a friend took to Thailand and a night they spent there. Martha and...
We were relaxing in the garden when it started. "A-Tis- shoo!" Vanessa sneezed violently and said it was probably hay fever. "Bless you." "Thanks Phil" she smiled with those gorgeous eyes. We both worked in the computer programming department of a large firm in the city. I took a glow to her as soon as I met her. Fortunately we commuted together and bec...
"I was big afraid. Me thought Vincent dead." The voice came loud and clear into his ears and he was able to tell -- even with his eyes closed -- that it belonged to Nika. He then remembered the raft, the rapids, and the falling sensation. How could they be still alive after that fall he thought? Was it possible to survive such an ordeal? "What happened? Wh...
I find the sensation of cold wind on a feverish forehead orgasmic. I often wish I had a fever simply to experience the sensation; nothing in life is comparable. Even today, after lying in bed for nearly two days, wracked with fever and malaise, I yearn to open my bedroom window. I know it's not good for me, that it probably makes things worse, but I still lu...
Tavish smiled out at everyone and took in a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It had been three days noo, that Garreth had been oot from the wound and the fever. Arabella had barely left his side and was always keeping a watch tae see if and when he came aboot." *************************** As Arabella lay resting beside Garreth, her hand...
I pulled into the garage, parked, and hopped out of the car, flu meds in one hand and Rain's bag of cereal in the other. I stepped up and into the kitchen, only to have Chernyi start barking at me through the sliding glass door. "Shut up, Cher," I muttered, fully aware that nothing short of letting her and Ashi in would stop her from barking as long as she...
Chapter 1 The sun streamed through the slats of the wooden window blinds catching the edge of the pillow. He felt the warmth on his chin and slowly opened his eyes. He rolled over slightly onto his back and rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he adjusted to the light in the room. Slowly he sat up onto his elbows, dragged the thin sheet barely coveri...
This story is fifty years old. Places, characters, values and cultures try to reflect that period. This is basically a love story that turns erotic. The pace and the buildup are necessarily slow sometimes, in tune with that period. If you like a touch of innocence, the slow build up and the explosive erotic love between two novices, then, read on.! Sekhar's...