A lot of people get excited when the snow starts to fall fueling their hearts with Christmas cheer. I get a little bit excited my self in the festive season but for a completely different reason. Although Canadian I have always been excited by the American Thanksgiving. As far back as I can remember it was always a day that I would suddenly be overcome with...
Writing the second draft of your novel. Finally finished? Blissful freedom? That's not a light at the end of a tunnel, that's an oncoming train. If you have just finished writing your novel, set it down, take a step away, and lock that sucker in a cupboard. Seal it up with chains. Light it on fire. Destroy it. You thought you had to tear your soul out the...
Author’s Notes: This is my first attempt at writing in general. Please leave any constructive criticism in the comments. I am planning on having some futa chapters and maybe some incest much further down the road, but the chapters will be clearly marked. *********************** "Will it ever get easier?" Sitting at the end of the sticky bar, I trie...
Before you start, make sure you are prepared for another session. Make sure you will have privacy for the next while, that your door is locked and you will be undisturbed. Turn off anything that could distract you, this includes your television, music and your messaging programs. And turn off any bright lights. You want to focus all your attention here. Remo...
Perhaps something poetic tonight, something sensual... By now, your eyes looking back at me are full of interest. I can see your eagerness and curiosity etched into the loving lines of your smile, hinted at in now-playful eyes. I kiss you yet again, my eyes closed as I seek the key that will unlock your pleasure, and only in doing so can I unlock my own. Wh...
This is a very special Valentine's Day letter that I wrote to the man, whom I have waited a lifetime to love and be loved by. It is very loosely based upon the writings of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Since He is also a prolific writer, I identify greatly with the Brownings. His response to this letter was heart stopping and reminded me why we share a love ac...
Chapter 1 Doesn't every person you meet leave a mark on your life? How much more a person you pledge your life to and then lived with for two years? How do you forget about someone like that? Joanie woke up in the morning her head full of curly question marks. How many years of separation for each year of marriage? One year wasn't enough. Would she ever for...
Make me forget my own name Lydia panted as her back slammed against the door. She could feel the cold edges of the metal handle as it pressed against her bare skin. His hands were roughly pulling on the sheer fabric of her black backless dress. Oh, I need this, I want this so badly, Lydia thought. It had been so long since someone had truly wanted her. The...
Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 12:11:09 -0500 From: TallDarkStud Subject: LastNight To: AngelOfTheMorning Last night was the most fantastic experience I have ever had. Our chance meeting at the Valentine’s Day dance was incredible luck! I could tell that you were a little uncomfortable with the rather revealing dress you wore. However, even with your initial shynes...
"Slut." You look me over, appraising my immodest outfit from the floor on up—Mary Jane pumps, bare legs, plaid skirt that barely covers my ass, blood red top with a plunging neckline, a silver cross nestled between my breasts—and say it again, a quiet edge in your voice: "Slut." You tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my fragile neck where yo...