This is my story for the Summer Lovin' competition and it's set in July, during the two weeks of Wimbledon, but the locations are not limited to London. In days of old, when knights were bold, a handsome knight in shining armour would gallop up, sword in hand, to rescue the beautiful maiden. Fighting his way past the disreputable henchmen he would find and...
I would like to thank hcsd1719 for his help in editing and offering encouragement. Again, there are no actual sex scenes, since the main characters are underage. All italics indicate communication through the mental bond. If anyone would like a 'cheat sheet' of Pack members, please send me an email and I would be happy to provide one for you. I would like t...
Sunlight streamed through windows and played across Christy and Patty's bodies as they lay there in bed. Christy's arm was draped over Patty, cupping one of her large breasts and Patty was curled up in a fetal position next to Christy. Christy stirred and rolled over stretching out and trying not to wake up Patty. She rolled over to see what time it was, 9:0...
Hi, Yet again I want to apologise for the long wait but with exams and work, this obviously was not my top priority. I want to thank two readers Fran who encourages me to keep on writing, even though I want to give up at times and to CVC who sends me very long suggestions, which have greatly improved this chapter. Most importantly Jim, who has yet again d...
Lit 10- Chapter 41 In the parking lot of the Senior Towers Gus said, "So you coming up or not?" "Gus, I am flattered, but I just met you," I answered. "If you can't trust an old Marine, who can you trust?" he asked with a charming smile. "Okay, but I reserve the right to leave at any time." "Fair enough. At least you can relax nobody will have any ide...
Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop Part One By quarter to seven on Friday night, the fifty-fifth floor of the "Shard" skyscraper building was a ghost town; save two offices. Most everyone else had left to begin the weekend at five, however a few die-hard rat-racers hung on until half past six; either out of perceived obligation for some task or becau...
Hi again. Hope you're still with me. ***** AN INTRICATE WEAVING CONTINUED. Chapitre Sept. JACK MASON reflects. I sat nervously upright not sure what to expect. Certainly the flame red siren that strode into the bar clicking confidently on a pair of four inch red pumps and wearing a diaphanous scandalously short flouncy pale cream dress was beyond all...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
I'LL BE ALRIGHT...'TIL THE HURTING STARTS (Author's note: Another long gap and as always I apologize to readers who've emailed me asking for more of the WWWM saga. But I hope readers like this one. And as I mentioned at the end and I'll repeat here, this is not the end of the story. There are a number of chapters remaining. Which I'll post as I can finish t...
I remember three key details from when I first saw her: her hair; what she wore; and an overwhelming feeling that I would get to know her. I had no idea who she was, and though I could tell she was attractive, right then and there I didn't feel an overwhelming physical attraction to her looks. What I did feel, however, was an attraction to her in a manner be...