Dear reader: this is the fifth and final installment of a novella. To best enjoy it, I would like to recommend that you first read all the previous parts of this series listed on my profile. Rodica roamed the halls of the Palazzo Ducale, looking for her next project. The opulence of the place never failed to leave her feeling stunned - her senses were ove...
Chapter 50 The speaker gestured me to the stand.This time I had the tears in my eyes. I turned my back to the audience and John passed me a tissue. I cleared my eyes and got my composure. I said, "Thank you, Mr. Speaker and this great congress. I have been lucky enough to visit so many of your high schools and meet so many great and wonderful people around...
Masquerade in Venice – The Seductions This is a continuation of a story – Masquerade in Venice. To appreciate this Chapter, it would be best to read the first story to get a good feel for the situation and context. The characters in this story are also in “One is not Enough.” The author appreciates comments and suggestions from readers. These stories are ba...
======= Coming home and facing an internal crisis. Cathy rides to the rescue again, with a surprise. ======= The trip home was anticlimactic. No last minute calls from Ana Isabel, no nefarious visits from men in black suits, and we were on our own at the airport. No mile-high club. My new favorite stewardess wasn't on our particular flight. Even the petting...
The campfire cast jumping shadows of the four of them as they huddled around, seeking the shelter of burning light from a suddenly hostile Knifewood. Within the fire, Larya knew, burned the daemon seed that had been inside her—as well as all the seeds Talla and Carrow had been able to find in the ranger's hut. The silvery beads burned neither especially wel...
It was only 10am and we were already on the prowl, our eyes scanning each passing male that walked down the promenade of the local mall. This early, the only carriers of the XY genes were either old men or young boys, neither of which appealed to our somewhat open tastes in the opposite sex. 'On the prowl,' Jesus Christ that sounds bad, like the two of us a...
Cindy had never slept better in her life. She found herself alone, lying on her back on top of her bed, completely naked and exposed to the morning sun as it poured in the window. Her hair draped over the edge of the bed, her breasts peaked up toward the ceiling, and her hands slowly roamed over her soft skin. She had never made it under the blankets of her...
It had been five years since he had kissed her that one time in her car. That afternoon she had been tempted to take him back to her beach front condo and fuck his brains out. They were friends; he was a hunk. She knew he had fucked one of the office girls, also a friend of hers; she had received a blow by blow description of their carnal activities. He was...
Jacinta knew Steve was watching her. Whenever she was within his visual range and that was much of the time his eyes were on her. She had noticed it often before when he visited their house to see her son Harry, but never had it been as intense as this There was nothing she could really complain of. Steve was polite and helpful – more polite and helpful tha...
While some specific places and names have been changed, the events in this story are all true. This is my story, and the story of my love, my heart, my Lord and Master, my true husband. While it may seem from the text to be a tale of lust, it is not. This is the story of our love. * I knew he was coming; he should be at my room any minute. I couldn't wait;...