*** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you. Gwen stepped out of the little bathroom, shaking in spite of herself. She'd committed herself to act, there was no turn...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or otherwise is entirely coincidental. This is my first submission... ------------------------------------- It had been a loooong hot day. One of those sticky hot humid days when the air feels really heavy, and you're just praying for some rain to com...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
Authors Note: Thank you to all of you that have given your feedback. It has been greatly appreciated. I just wanted to take a minute to clear some things up. It came to my attention that it might be confusing as to why Gabrielle and Marcus don't recognize each other. In some BDSM chatrooms or Dating sites people will conceal their face to remain anonymous....
Chapter 2 - Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my! June 12, 12:22 a.m. The first thing Detective Pearson became aware of, before he even opened his eyes, was the stinging pain in the back of his head. "What...?" "About time you're awake. You know, for a cop, you sure aren't that tough." He felt the stinging sensation again, this time accompanied by somebody appl...
My name is Myra Jan Brown. My friends call me M. J. Who in hell am I? A fifty-something Black woman living in the Washington D.C. area. A graduate of the United States Military Academy at West Point and a former member of Special Ops. These days, I'm part of the Surveillance and Securities Department at the White House. The White House is party central these...
Fifi awoke in her small travelling tent, sweaty and miserable in the dead stuffy air. She'd be glad to complete this quest and be done with having to sleep through the heat of the afternoon. If being available at all times weren't so enjoyable she'd be tempted to end the arrangement, just to be able to sleep with the flap open. She crawled over to push the f...
The wounded who arrived later that afternoon seemed in pretty rough shape, some hauled in here on carts, too injured to ride. The men of the castle either helped them down or outright carried them to the chapel, where the monks and the castle's physician set up a temporary infirmary. There were maybe a dozen of them -- injured gravely enough to be sent away...
"Are you here?" were the first words I heard when I answered my cellphone as I pulled my carryon luggage behind me on my way to customs at Trudeau Airport in Montreal. It's Lover, and he's anxious, which is unusual. "Yes, I'm going down the escalator to Immigration right now," I said. "But hello to you too, and yes, the flight was fine." "Sorry, work's bee...
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