Dear Reader, Nothing beats a Stephanie Plum novel for pure guilty pleasure. Full of humor, mystery and a heat that sizzles just under the surface, Janet Evanovich's books never fail to lift my mood and make me laugh. If you have never read a Stephanie Plum novel but enjoy humorous, sexy women's lit or chick lit, I hope my humble fan fiction fantasy will sen...
"What's your star sign?" Fitz asked. "Gemini, why?" Steph replied. "Well, I like the idea of a star sign tattoo. Do you know what Chinese Year you were born in?" "The Year of the Dog. Again, why?" "I'm going to do one of those too." Steph felt a shiver of ecstasy run through her. Fitz wanting to tattoo her always did. "I've also finished planning the d...
Fresh Fish [Jill -on her fishing trip weekend- is surprised by yet another visitor . This is a work of fiction and all places, events, and persons are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** Jim, Dave, and I had just jumped into the "fishin' hole" pool area of the little stream to skinny dip ourselves cl...
The brush was laid on the desk beside Juniper. It's tarnished silver glinting in the twilight streaming through the door. A hand lay on her shoulder and turned her on the stool. Juniper gasped as she looked at herself in the polished silver of her mother's mirror. The luxurious amber hair was piled atop her head, elongating her fine bronzed neck. Her cousins...
This was to be my night - my special night. You had asked me to book this suite for us and now I sat on an easy chair waiting for you. I could look out of the circular windows to see the lights of the city sparkling in the cold February air or to see the silvery reflections of the moon in the river, but my eyes were now drawn irresistibly towards the stairs....
Two weeks ago she had seen him - her high school crush. She was walking the dog and he'd been running. He nearly passed her by, but the woman stopped in the middle of the road, mouth agape, likely caught his attention. He slowed and gave the cursory polite nod before recognition kicked in. He stopped to say hello. She offered him water. She watched unabashed...
I am writing this letter as my account of truth in the legend of Futa girls. Now I should write a little about me first. I am 26 now but when it started I was twenty-two. A college jock and loved women. I would go to all the parties and college bars and hang outs. I was good looking guy 6'3, 276lbs. I was pretty good at picking up females and if I wanted one...
Dallas April, 1985. The seminar was on Friday and Saturday in Dallas. Most of the Sacramento admins and principals were going. Jack, though based in LA, would be there too. We admins spent all Friday in class but were finished by 1 pm on Saturday. We weren't leaving Dallas until Sunday, so the girls gathered by the pool to sun. Vicky, my best friend at wor...
Sitting with my back to the door, I was watching the patrons mull about by looking at the mirrored wall behind the bottles. All those bottles. In those glass vessels were any elixir one would ever need. What was in those bottles were anything from love potions to make you (think) you're irresistible to liquid muscle so powerful you'd be able to kick anybody'...
Pace booty, is what the triathlete community calls it. that delectable piece of appropriate sexy ass that you chase notionally because they're ahead of you, but in reality, you're thinking about what's under the lycra or spandex in totally inappropriate ways. I had been in serious training for a half iron man for almost 7 months now, and my training routes...