11/84 –Introducing Jon Grunfeld & Katy's Inheritance Jon Grunfeld sat on the forty-yard line at Keenan Stadium in Chapel Hill exhorting Ethan Horton as he broke free of the North Carolina State cornerback and high-stepped his way into the end zone. Carolina had the game well in hand and Jon gleefully accepted the fifty dollars he had won from his best frien...
The package was waiting for her when she got home from the school run. Early post today, she thought as she bent down to pick it up. Handwritten address, neat and precise. Elegant even, not female but maybe too good for a male. No other marking. Padded envelope, brown, first class, franked - no stamp. Official but why handwritten? She placed in on the kitche...
It was a well know fact, whenever Malcolm traveled abroad for business, Juliet was certain to be at his side. Malcolm and Juliet spent the first twenty-five years of their marriage, wandering the cobblestone streets of Paris, holding hands crossing the bridges of Amsterdam, and kissing as they floated along the canals of Venice. They were a young 27 when...
Part 2: A Taste of Mango I woke up feeling contented but a little disoriented. There was a warm body snuggling against my back and an arm draped over my waist, but I gave a start when I realized it wasn't Matt's. Something about the feel and scent fast-forwarded my mind through the events of last night when, too tired to face the drive home, I fell asleep...
***This is my unabashedly, un-shameful, exploitative, non-romantic story of a warlord and his struggles. Full disclosure; this story is hyper-violent and hyper-sexualized. There is no romance to be found here, so if you want it, look somewhere else. This is a fantasy, and that being said, I do NOT ENCOURAGE any of the behavior depicted here. There are stro...
This story has a long build up. If you want to jump to the hot sexy part, you can skip down to the second ***** The sexy stuff comes pretty quickly after that. * This all happened long ago, in 1991, the summer after my senior year in high school. Visual art has always been my passion, so when my parents insisted I do something productive with my time, I en...
It was relatively early on a Tuesday morning -- about 7:50 according to the digital clock in the room, although the accuracy of those was always questionable. Patrick had just settled in to his room service breakfast of an omelette and toast at the desk/table that faced the small balcony of his hotel room. The sun was streaming in brightly and the air was no...
Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme "Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful." I stood at the doorway of the guest room in the large house that Jeremy Collier built wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts, and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband. For the few seco...
I was so excited to see Justin today. We were celebrating our six month anniversary and I was on my way to his office to surprise him with a picnic lunch. I pulled my car into the crowded parking lot of the college and grabbed the basket out of the backseat. The scent of fried chicken filled my nose as I opened up the lid and peeked inside. I exited my car a...
It was one of those spring mornings where the air is cool and clean, and the sun is coming up and getting warm and busy. It feels like a beach day! Taking the top down on the car, I head out driving along Pacific Coast Highway, loving the sun lightly torching my skin, making me feel free and sexy. Turning up the stereo a bit louder as Pink Floyd comes on an...