White cloth, ripped and stained, gave way to rough tugging. Big hands, pulling at her, bruising her flesh. They would use her, leave her bloody and mangled by the body at her feet. The cold bit at her bared flesh and she sought escape, deep within. Let them finish her. She didn't care. A memory came to her, giving some relief. Sarah's face, smiling and laug...
The smell of the battle was still fresh. Lothie could feel the recently departed souls in the air as he sat on his stallion, glaring over the barren fields in the darkness. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, no creatures stirring on this cold night. The man at the inn had questioned him why a man of station would want to go out unguarded to search for...
Resisting one sexy barely-legal teenage school girl might have been possible. But resisting two? They came back to the room, which also served as my office, after class, at 4:00pm. I'd written them up for using their telephones in class, and told them they'd get detention for it. Valeria was Russian; her family had come to America five years ago. She was...
Rayne retuned Gabriella to her home, reluctant to leave her, but knowing he had much to think about. His own affairs needed settling, and there was the crew to think about as well. They were not accustomed to being long in port and there were decision to be made. Then there was Navia, who he knew would be waiting for his return, as always. And yet, he could...
The gallery had not opened for the day. The artist, Alexander was his name, though he preferred people refer to him as Alex, tall, with a shaven head, stood looking out over the amazing view of the river valley the gallery and studio was situated next to in the small coastal town. He shifted his gaze to the parking area and noted the white BMW pull in and th...
Angelo had been part intrigued, part amused, part appalled when Gabriella's family suggested she join him as a trainee housekeeper. The idea of a job like that for a free-spirited girl of just 19 seemed a little strange, but the girl herself seemed genuinely interested in it. She explained, perhaps a little cheekily, that she had helped her mother with the c...
This is a work of pure fiction inspired by recent discussions about lipstick, and passion and just eroticism in general. There will most likely be at least a part two because it's already churning around in my head. As always I love to hear from people both about my work and just to chat. The midnight train as it was called by most of the people who rode i...
Part 1 Gabriella got up, at her usual time, to go to school. After hitting the snooze button three different times she rolled out of bed knowing a shower was out of the question. She scooped a pair of slightly wrinkled shorts out of a laundry basket next to her dresser and carried them to the dryer where she found a wearable shirt. While eating toast and dr...
Elizabeth sat silently in the small kitchen, hands in her lap and head bowed as she listened to the man softly talking upstairs. A simple prayer drifted down the stairs, catching Elizabeth’s ear as she softly prayed along with the voice. Outside, the snow had started to fall again, heavily this time over the fields. The drifts were getting bigger than Elizab...
The Midnight Train Pt. 03 As requested another part to the midnight train stories. I hope you all enjoy, please feel free to let me know in comments or an email. This is of course pure fiction. Winter had come in earnest bringing wind and snow to the area. Tiffany shivered a bit questioning her attire but she did love how she looked. She watched as her pa...