Chapter 14 Dancing and Loving When I woke I found that although still warm, the other half of the bed was empty, then heard the sound of cheerful humming drifting through from the small kitchen. A few minutes later Hanna appeared, she was wearing a light cotton house-coat, which unfortunately left nothing of her beautiful body in view, but she was carrying...
"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two days from now I'm going to be in Europe." "Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've accomplished." "I don't think mother would agree with you on that." Jenny D'Ange...
This is a continuation of "A TROUT FOR EMMA WIGHTMAN." For continuity, read the earlier story first to become familiar with the characters. Chapter 9 -- A Nice Italian Dinner "You're invited for dinner at my house," Louisa told me. "Saturday was suggested." "That's nice! What brought this on?" I inquired. Louisa and I had been spending a lot of time tog...
Two days after her fight with Kalendras, Livinia and Belcarm stood at the Orgrimmar portals with Kahora and Sierra. They were waiting on the arrival of final member of their party for their latest mission. Sierra and Kahora were deep in discussion, trying to determine the best way to enter the Deadmines. Livinia and Belcarm stood a little apart from them in...
A story centered around a new friend. I hope it is enjoyed. As always I love feedback and comments. I hope this becomes a new story line. Thank you for reading. ***** Annette boards the large company jet with one change of clothes and a carry on. The rest of her bags are stowed in the luggage storage. She is dressed sharp. Professional. A black pencil ski...
I am David. I am thirty seven years old and I have been very fortunate in life. In addition to having a beautiful, dutiful wife and a wonderful son, I have reasonable security and prosperity due to the financial management business built up by my father and the close network of supportive friends and colleagues centred on my club. We have a very nice house...
The drugstore was not far from the bar I was going to -- I just needed to cross the Botanical Garden, a fifteen minute walk would do and I'd be in Lower Gavea. I usually carry aspirins in my back-peg but, that day, I had forgotten them for some reason and decided to stop for some. It's a habit I have since my early years as a bohemian: after a night of heavy...
Shakira is a hard workin' thing, in constant motion at our workplace. She's a young, black woman with a sweet voice, a pleasing smile and well, there's no other way to put this, she's built like a brick shit house! Cute, short, but stacked and packed in all the right places. She's the color of dark chocolate and as I was soon to learn, just as delicious. Of...
This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started last year and sent in my last installment in February. I would recommend you read the first three...
Ultimately Leon decided not to tell anyone about the Broom Cupboard. Partly because he knew that no one would believe him but mainly because of the Giselle the witch. Just thinking about that hot supernatural body gave Leon a serious hard on. Her name was Giselle and she lived on the other side of the Broom Cupboard in a world most mere mortals had no idea...