********* CHAPTER 1 ********* LOW FOG SHROUDED the countryside in mist. Hidden behind a leaden sky, the sun cast a meager light that did nothing to warm the cool, crisp air. After three days of rain, the ground was moist and soggy under her feet as Anári made her way back to the village. Clutching her basket to her chest, she stepped over a rotting log, car...
In the room at the top of the house was a door that had never been opened. It was an ordinary door that would lead to somewhere extraordinary for the one that did. *** Outside the children sang as they played their games, "Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. Brickbats an...
When the doorbell chimed, I was naked - except for the shoes. I'd put on a pair of heels, expensive Louboutins I keep for inside wear only, for when I wanted to enhance the feeling of femininity and to make me feel sexy. Putting those shoes on and examining the effect in the mirror always makes me feel good. I adore the way the height of the heels exaggerate...
Aaron's gaze switched between Ethan and Nicholas who'd met him in the foyer as soon as he'd entered Greystone. Trent hovered anxiously behind them. "Where is she?" he demanded. Ethan and Nick exchanged glances. "Upstairs, sleeping," Ethan answered. "Sleeping?" Aaron's voice was harshly incredulous. Nick winced. "She might have worn herself out throwi...
Chapter 9 Ana stepped out from her car. She followed Miles as he walked to one of the numbered doors of the building where, she assumed, Jack lived. Clutched against his chest, Miles was carrying wine in a paper bag. The door was at ground level – Ana remembered that Jack had problems with arthritis. Miles stepped up to the door and knocked loudly. Without...
Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. * It had been a week since I had purchased a new sports jacket...
She stood at her back door, looking across the slight roll of the hills that made up her neighborhood. Or development, whatever they where called nowadays. That was the problem, he had claimed last night, that they where changing what everything was called, and fucking it up in the process. What a interesting choice of words, considering what they had been d...
Oh, dear reader, let me tell you that there most certainly are two sides (or more) to every story. Perhaps you really expected to hear more of Jim's side, how he saw it all end up, how he viewed it all, and how he dealt with the consequences. But me, the bad and evil Mike; I was just to be reviled and lumped into the discard bin that contained all the rest...
Niko returned to the barn to find Camille bent over his friend. The man's head was cradled in her hand, while she held a small bottle of water to his lips. His eyes were closed though he seemed to be hearing what she was telling him. After attending to Olan's thirst, Camille lowered his head back to the blanket, moving around to tend his wounded shoulder. T...
I’ve been getting a lot of requests lately for an erotic story that really happened to me. And as truth is stranger than fiction, and though the names have been change to protect the guilty, here’s one of my real adventures. DS Standing in the lobby of the Regency Hotel in a sexy dinner dress with every male head turned my way as my fiancé, and I waited fo...