Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series. If you've read that, I hope you enjoy these callbacks. If you haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the beginning. In any case, I hope you enjoy this story either way. 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Stor...
Don't think that I'm a stuck-up bitch until the end of this story, OK? I may have been at one time, but not now. However, to tell this story properly I've got to be straight even if it makes me – Trinity – seem conceited. I was a sociology major at a prestigious American University, with a minor in kinesthesiology. All through high school and at the start o...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
I met Louise in my freshman year of college. She was the prettiest girl I had ever met, but she was special in another way. Unlike some pretty girls, who were stuck up, so to speak, Louise was charming and sweet. We dated for three months, but sexually I never got anywhere with her. We enjoyed some kissing and a little petting, but Louise was not really in...
I was in New Delhi after a million years visiting friends and family from the US. It was my first day out on my own exploring the country that gave me birth. Unfortunately for me it was bang middle of summer. 112 degrees outside and the cold environs of the large mid city mall were the right refuge for me. I ducked into one of the million that dotted the Ind...
This is a continuing story. The first chapter is in Exhibitionist & Voyeur, but chapters 2 and 3 are in Loving Wives. Chapter 4: New Directions I looked at Sara as we awoke the next morning - there's always a next morning, when the cold light of day looks back on the hot abandon of the night before. But when I looked back, I was still hot. I loved our sex...
Day 2: Sunday "Carrie!" Oh the pounding in my head. Please shut up! "Carrie! Get down here now!" My mom's voice, oh my head. I definitely drank too much last night. What happened? Where? I gasped aloud and sprung upright. I was still naked, as I had been left last night. I had just been dreaming about the tenderest kiss from a ... boy? No, that wasn't...
In order to understand the characters, you should probably read chapter one first. Aside from that, if you haven't read the any of the other stories, don't worry; you can enjoy this without reading them first. If you've read any of the others and enjoyed them, thank you. In case you haven't, the main thing you need to know is that Elise is a rather naive, s...
Samantha Egan had no date for New Year's Eve. Her girlfriend Joanna had invited her to a party at an upscale club with her and her boyfriend. Samantha really didn't want to go, but also didn't want to be sitting watching the ball drop eating a pint of Ben and Jerry ice cream. Samantha was in a dry spell. She hadn't been out with a guy for a very long time....
Brock Quinones awaited Monica Gift in his back driveway. Setting in his jeep he wondered if tonight was a mistake. He had arranged an after hours gathering of a few drinking buddies and a number of other local bar hounds. Roughly guessing ten or more. At least those he knew about. No telling how many others his bartender buddy "Angus" had tipped off about th...