This is a work of fiction. No real person is in this story. The inspiration for this story came from a trip I made to Scotland this year to visit that beautiful country and research some of my family background. My own forefathers fought at the Battle of Culloden, sadly, on the losing side. Notwithstanding that initial defeat, the warrior tradition runs deep...
Author's ed. notes: Thank you to my readers. I am humbled by the responses I have already received. I hope you will enjoy this latest installment. It is one of my longest stories but filled with erotic content. To new readers: All my stories are long, this one especially so, with most of the hot sex in later chapters, but I think worth the wait. This s...
Here is chapter seven. I hope this will satisfy those who have been patiently waiting. This is the longest installment so far...it came to almost seventy-five pages in MS Word. I was surprised at how easy it was to write this particular chapter; it certainly cuts way down on the time between postings. I guess when dealing with the darker side of fiction, my...
Foreword: READ THIS FIRST! First, let me again thank my lovely and talented wife (Black_Dragon_Princess) for her input on and proofreading of this tale. I love you, sweetheart! :) This is probably going to be my last submission to the Loving Wives category, folks. Not saying the ride hasn't been a rollercoaster. In fact, it's been pretty damn fun, someti...
Tossing and turning in bed, the blue-skinned Maliri girl whimpered as she suffered through a terrifying nightmare, one of her more frequently visited horrors from a broad and grotesque catalogue. She was standing legs parted and arms upraised, shackled to the floor by her ankles, and to the ceiling by her wrists. Stripped entirely bare, she was exposed and...
Phillip Johnson Chapter One Saturday morning I found her note propped up against the coffee pot. "Russ, sorry to do this to you honey, but Haley needs me right now and I'll call you about the first of the week and let you know how things are going. If an emergency comes up leave a message on my cell phone because I won't be able to use it in the hospital....
Hi. Thanks for all the work you did to get Dreams of Destiny and Running on Fumes out. This is a portion of my new novel which is about 74% completed. It's very different from my other stuff. Comments and crtitiques are VERY welcome. Every year the symptoms of PCT, or Pre-Christmas Tension, began in the Hansen family on what Kristen's father, Karl Hanse...
Chapter One: Jaivon Johnson As I crossed the square from the Casimir Inn, on the south side of Pulaski Square, to the General's Café on the north side, I shuddered as the big brute of a landscaper, Caleb, rose up from a flowerbed and glowered at me. He too? Would he too make me bend to his will as if by right?—not that I deserved better. But then I saw that...
*** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
Copyright © 2019 Forward: First, let me thank blackrandI1958 for inviting me to take part in the "Wine and Old Lace," story theme. Second, let me thank her again for her editing skills. I hope you enjoy my story and as always, I look forward to your comments. *** I was on my way to photograph three members of the Cal-Town Women's Club making decorations...