At the beginning of July, Tessa drove Callie out to the building site to take pictures of the house. Tessa had been going out twice a week so they'd have a photo log of the construction work, and Darin or Callie sometimes came with her. "Oh, is the roof completely done?" Callie asked, bouncing up and down in her seat as they pulled up. "Seems like it," Tes...
Author's note: Welcome to chapter 2 of what I hope will be a long story. I practically squealed like a school girl seeing comments that wanted more. This chapter is more of a setup chapter and so it's less than erotic but don't worry! A scene will be coming soon! Enjoy and please comment positive or negative I can't wait for them! * I awoke at dusk. No do...
"So what don't you like about vomiting," Dave asked. The three women were sitting in the living room of his stylish loft. Their chairs were arranged in a circle and they were all looking at each other. Nina went first, "Well, I don't like the feeling. Feeling all that food in your stomach trying to come out." "No one likes feeling sick," Dave said. "But...
1. Tom Walker awoke with a start. He looked around him, but found nothing amiss in the cabin of his boat. He slipped on shorts and a t-shirt and went up on deck. The bright sunlight caused him to blink painfully a few times, but his eyes soon became accustomed to the light. He looked toward the shore of the small island where he was anchored but saw nothing...
Please note that this story is a sequel to Holly's Winter, Cecee's Spring and Jenny's Summer. Cecee's Spring has not been written as yet. I appreciate all votes, comments and feedback. I am looking for an editor. I I find I must begin my own story with someone else's. Her name was Victoria Smart. She was a very beautiful woman of average height and sli...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
Please Note: This story is purely fiction *** One of the characters is an Episcopal priest, for those who don't know and will try to correct me: Episcopal Priests can and do marry. They are properly referred to as Priests, not Ministers *** Thank you & Enjoy. The cold little church was packed to capacity. Candles flickered along the center isle. Garla...
"What is that guy wearing?" Ava asks, looking at a man walking up Royal Brougham Way, on his way to the Alaskan-Way Viaduct. "Were those jeans at one point?" "Maybe it's a new fashion trend. Jeans meets skirt meets redneck shorts," I reply. Ava and I have two passions in this life. Baseball and people watching. Luckily, we live in Seattle, where we have al...
True story. Thought I'd try something knew. Tell me what you think. Starts off with slowly, but it's worth it. Just read through. Enjoy ~ ----------------------- I placed the food down in front of where we were sitting, and as I went to go sit down our legs brushed together. I felt little tingles, something I'd never felt when I touched Chris. We were fr...
It's been a long winter and most of our assignments have been pretty mundane to say the least. I was hoping to get another erotic location, but once again it appeared we would actually have to work for a living. We were headed down to South America again, but this time to cover a group of monks in some hilltop monastery. They don't like visitors, and women...