This is a romantic crime thriller which contains some romantic sex, some non consensual sex, some male on male violence, and a lot of very interesting and interacting characters, with some twists and turns in the story. As with all my stories there is not always a nice tidy happy ending for everyone -- life is just not like that. * Johnny 'the slice' had...
Sara found a beachfront bar with a fixable house on an adjoining lot on a French island. After a bit of negotiation, and a substantial contribution to the local authorities' pet project, we were able to have both properties designated as a "quartier naturiste." Having closed the deal, Sara largely ceded implementation to Sally. Sara's focus shifted back to...
Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently goin...
-Two- As daylight breaks through the curtains, my eyes pop open wide. I blink, feeling as though I haven't slept at all. A dream? You've got to be kidding me! I lie in bed for some time thinking about my strange visitor from the night before. It had all seemed so real, but as the clarity of the new day seeps into my bones; of course it was a dream. Of cour...
Author's Note: This is my first story ever so be kind to me! I tried my best and I hope you enjoy! :) * Nights have always been lonely for me. Perhaps it's because I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year. Don't get me wrong! It's not because I'm not pretty enough or anything. Oh, I've had my fair share of boyfriends in the past. It's because of—Well, let...
I have Mondays off. It was a Monday in September. I decided to take a long boat trip down the river. There's a restaurant on the river outside Louisville that has a great Monday deal since no one is out on Monday. Louisville is about two hours by water on my little boat. That's where I was headed. My little boat is a 1958 Chris*Craft cabin cruiser, 19' long...
My name is Annjanette. I'm 27 years old, a college graduate, have a decent job, live on my own, and have friends who like me. But as my Dad often said to me when I was younger (and even just a few weeks ago), "Annjanette, sometimes you're not the sharpest tool in the shed." In all self-honesty, I know he's right - at least sometimes, as he says. Case in poi...
Chapter 24 Katie's Submission Phil Dorman sat on the couch in his living room, watching his favorite Saturday Morning Talk Show. The obese man was chewing on a cheese burrito, the hot sauce running all over his pudgy hands and dripping onto his stained shirt as he stared at the TV screen in front of him. The sound was muted. Dorman didn't really care too...
Thomas Powell shifted uncomfortably in his chair, hoping his wife Lorraine would not notice his restlessness. No matter how hard he tried to avert his gaze, his eyes were continually drawn to the image in the backyard. But it was not the slight tilt of his head that was required to capture the desired sightline that was the cause of his stirring - it was the...
You might ask what the hell a guy like me knows about trying to woo a woman. Believe me, that's exactly what I've been asking myself since I first booted up my lap top this morning, before I'd even had even had my first fix of coffee. Pinching the bridge of my nose, and shaking my head, I can't believe I'm actually going online and looking this stuff up. H...