For Robin and Grace, with love Tim Clarke took just a second to remember the moment. His daughter Grace sat beside him on the couch in front of the empty fireplace. She was looking at the cover of the book on her lap with the kind of concentration that only a seven-year-old can muster. He could smell the cookies that had just finished baking; a plateful was...
Training Sessions Anne, Dan and Grace share Seven pm and Dan drove into the carport and was forced to park his car behind Anne's Audi. The space beside her car was taken up by what he thought was Grace's small van. Hefting his briefcase, he walked into the house to find the living room empty but, noticing the outside lights, he suspected both women were...
Grace had left the party early that night because she had her finals the next day. Her friend, Hope, was supposed to drive her home but when Grace went looking for her, she found her in bed with her ex. Now, Grace was walking back to campus in the dark and wasn't sure where she was. Then she saw Devin and called out to him. "Hey, Grace, I thought you would...
Illustrations by LunA. 4. NAKED AND ALONE It would be her last visit to the Havenswood Psychiatric facility. She waited until the day after the funeral to do it, to say the words she swore she would never say. She couldn't look Daniel in the eye when she said them, and after she did, he couldn't look into hers. "I can't do it." Daniel Becket was too stun...
"Sanity is a cozy lie." Susan Sontag Chapter 5 As if possessed, Grace repeatedly slammed her face against Augustin's crotch, burying his long dick in her throat each time. Tears wept from her tightly closed eyes and mingled with the sweat and other juices covering her flushed face. Strands of spit dripped and flowed from the corners of her mouth. Augustin...
Grace Newell tugged at the strap of her black singlet and let out a sigh. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this. She rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back. Her heart thudded so loud the beats pounded in her ears. She smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the quiet street. Sunlight bounced...
Thanks smoothed for editing this story. ***** Grace Cox smoothed out her skirt. It was a blistering summer Sunday; the sun was scorching in the middle of the sky. She didn't want to be outside on a day like this, but it was her Catholic duty to go door-to-door preaching after mass. Three doors had already been slammed in her face today. People made her n...
Columbia University, Department of Art History and Archeology New York City March 30, 2001 - One Week Later Grace stood at the window, her eyes fixed on the street below. She absently watched the ebb and flow of people as they went about their business, seeing everything and nothing. It began to rain, and with each drop that hit the pavement, the same th...
As soon as Grace was in the carpeted hallway, Duke's bedroom door closed, it was like what had happened in there was a dream. She was surprised at herself. She had started it, hadn't she? By grinding her ass on to him, of all the subtle moves to pull. She hadn't thought about it, just followed her desires and let her body do what it wanted. He'd been so sw...
Author's Note: There's a lot of plot in this chapter, but it's a little light on the sexual activity. I promise to rectify that with chapter 9. Please enjoy. ***** "Stephen! Are you up yet, babe?" Stephen stirred slightly in his sleep. His eyes blinked open once, twice, and then a third time, finally staying open as the mostly dark lit room absorbed his...