Chapter One: Just A Kiss In The Dark In the year 1928, for some reason unknown to anyone, the weather turned warm again in the middle of September. The temperature in Manhattan rose to 95 degrees Fahrenheit. On Fourteenth Street, Mrs. Elizabeth Uliano, her three daughters Helen Uliano, Mrs. Tessie Balletti and Mrs. Marie Giordano, and her granddaughter Els...
Jessie looked down at him sleeping by her side. In the cool, dark pre-dawn she couldn't actually see him, though she felt the warmth of his relaxed supine body seep into her. The curtains rustled as a sudden breeze, cooled by the still gently air-kissed lake outside the cabin, squeezed through the partly open window. She looked up at the source of the sound....
Chapter TWO: You Need To Get Out More Read the first chapter. It's been AWHILE since I posted here, hopefully I can be more productive in the future. These ideas were loosely influenced off of my real life experiences, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; however many of the situations are exaggerations b...
Even with the steam frosting over the bathroom mirror, Drew could still see the coloration sunken into his skin; Lady Sparrow's malice branded gleefully into his neck. "Love of mine, someday you will die," Abby sang over the water thumping against her. "But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark." He prodded the bruises, felt the pain awaken...
It was a regular Wednesday night for most people. The May air was unseasonably warm, and all over the city couples took advantage of the pleasant night to go out. A light breeze carried the salty smell of the ocean with it, blowing gently across the streets. It wasn't a regular night for Melody, however. It was a night of celebration. It was the night that...
This is actually the first short story I completed. It was my baby so I was reluctant to throw it out into the cold, cruel world. It's been fussed over repeatedly. Like every good parent, I know I have to let it go out on its own. So, here it is. Please treat it kindly. * The feeling of dread was nearly overwhelming. Sticking his toes over the brink of a b...
This story could also have been placed in the "Reluctance, Non-Consent" category. If you don't like that type of story, don't read on. _____________________ "You always seem so content with your marriage, Liam," one of my business partners and friends said to me as we were driving to a ball game. "I guess because I really am, Mike," I replied. "Plus, onc...
The reader should read RESCUING DIANNE before reading this part in order to understand the plot. GE286 I awoke and saw Dianne watching me as I napped on the plane back to Ocala. She looked so sweet and childlike as she smiled. She said she couldn't believe how much she liked me. She said she felt I really liked her and even more important, I respected her t...
It was Christmas – December 22nd to be precise - and along with our closest friends, Debbie and Alan, whom we'd known for years, my wife Jayne and I had tickets for a dinner-dance that night at a restaurant in a nearby village. Normally I'd have been looking forward to it but as I'd neglected a bad cold I'd had, and had now gone down with a chest infection,...
Yes, I am a manipulative bitch. I've used my sexuality most of my adult life to get what I want. However, you shouldn't blame me completely. Guys just make it so fucking easy. To say that the average male thinks with his dick instead of his brain is probably the understatement of the millennia. Scientific studies have proven that when a man is around a woman...