This is a three part story I thought up recently. It reprises Katrina from my "Living With Katrina" series as well as her roommate Jake (Jake is there in chapters 2 and 3). You don't need to know too much about her to understand this story. It can be read independently. The play referred to in this story is Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. As always, thanks...
Against The Wall I arrived at the Presidential suite midmorning. Quinn was already in residence, and I found her meditating nude on the outside terrace. Her eyes were closed, and she sat upright under the sun nearly oblivious to everything around her. "Since when have you meditated?" "I just started. It helps with stress. This is going to be a long day....
Stacey Bates was a secretary with a secret. The secret involved her desk which was originally placed next to a window on the sixteenth floor of the Brooks Building. One day, she had it moved to the other side of the room. She told her co-workers that she did this because the view made her dizzy. But that wasn't the reason. She preferred her desk there becaus...
This the second of more installments of my series: We are in the Lifestyle Now - for background read: We are in the Lifestyle Now - Chapter 1: "My husband wants me to fuck you!" We got home at nearly 2:30 a.m. I parked outside the garage and made Stacey walk to the front door in her slutware. She loved it. She slowly walked to the door and turned and smil...
Authors' Note: We want to thank everyone for their patience as we continue to write Kennice and Cyrus' story. * Deep within the forest Rhys panted with exhaustion, sweat and blood dripping from his body from cuts and bruises. The battering Nyelene had been giving him as part of his training was wearing him down rapidly. He had at first tried to block one o...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. You will never appreciate having to follow a difficult order until you have to give one. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. ***** (Late, late Saturday Night) Had I been alone...? There are few...
All sexual content involves consenting adults. ***** I can't get Hayden to stop crying. Nothing works. The noise is ringing inside my head like a million tiny hammers, and for a moment I totally understand why mothers drive off their kids off bridges. "Please, please stop crying," I beg. "I'm so tired. I don't understand what you want." Hayden is still r...
There is no explicit sex in this story. No part of this story may be published at any other site or in any other form without the express written permission of the author. © December 25, 2006 ******* Chapter One 'His thick dark hair sure accentuates his heavy set brow,' she observed. 'Together they give his eyes a deep shadowy, almost sinister look...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...
Rive was a small town, on the outskirts of the main kingdom, built as nothing more than a waypoint for travellers. That was the intent. It grew over the years into a hub of activity, purporting large businesses all its own, including a thriving merchants hall. Any travelling merchant would go there to try and make a name for themselves, but that's a mistake....