Dear reader, if you disliked my two previous attempts, best you close the cover on this one. I hope that I have improved and appreciate the past scathing as well as kind comments on the first two submissions. regards Time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Simple Love Story - true love, you do not get to choose who. As he rolled off me his sweat dripping onto my flat tau...
Chapter 22: Homecoming ***** Time seemed to have lost much of its meaning during the many weeks on the open ocean. Every time Jack looked out past the ship or through one of the many port windows, the sight never changed. The enormous and seemingly endless body of water presented the same view at the very break of day and at the onset of night, a quiet tra...
Authors Note: This story was inspired by a character sketch of the Chevalier de Eron. It is not an attempt to portray his life or even a fictionalized version of his life. This story is just where my imagination took me. The erotic themes in the story are predominantly transgendered, so if this kind of story isn't your cup of tea, you have been warned. This...
I took the call a little after midnight, and yes, it was a dark and stormy night, but I guess in my line of work they usually are -- in one way or another. Dispatch called just as I ran across an ex-wife in a bad dream, but the sleepy voice on the other end of the line had no way of knowing that, and even if she had, there wasn't a damn thing either of us co...
Ailanthia stretched like a cat on the soft black sheets, letting out a deeply contented sigh. She felt the wonderful heavy weight at her waist and one of her light-green hands slid down over her gloriously curved abdomen. She bit her flushed lower lip and let out a low moan, her skin feeling so sensitive where it had stretched taut to accommodate her cum-stu...
UNICORN OF THE APOCALYPSE October 23rd, 2076 One Year Ago There were so many questions I didn't ask. No time. I didn't stop to ponder how a zombie could have gotten past the decon systems, through the walls, or any of the doors. Why the cameras didn't notice him/it. Nor did I ponder the sole logical explanation. Zombie. Here, now. Years of hard-wired r...
I was not made as others. This is the rule that has shaped my life. To know myself was to know my difference; the thoughts dawned together. Then I grew, and learned more each day how much and how far I differed from my kind. Perhaps it is mercy that we are so unlike. For those companions of my youth, so bright and full of promise then, so tired and broken...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his quick responses and amazing editing. Without him this story may not have been finished. If you're looking for a quick fix this story isn't for you, this is my longest story and I hope you all enjoy it and remember to vote/comment if you do. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either...
This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you have not read Into the Quetico please do so before you read Return to the Quetico. You don't have to...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is not a stroke story. It's an examination of how an affair can affect people's lives and how different people can react in different ways. If your looking for a quick mindless read, then this is not the story for you. I want to thank LadyCibelle for agreeing to edit this story. This was my first timing using an editor and her comments a...