The little green light flashed as he slid the keycard into the slot. He tuned the handle and pushed the door open, stepping through into the lowered light inside. Setting his bag down, he breathed in deeply and could smell it. Coconut. He had told her it was his favorite scent and she had not disappointed him. His eyes now partially adjusted to the dimness,...
Not given a choice by my boss I had to attend the "Postwar Ephemeral Conference" in Florida. Not that I had any time since I was in the middle of organizing a recently acquired collection of books, magazines and photos for the museum. My title, Special Collections Librarian, pretty must describes my work. Upon arrival at my destination airport I watched as...
As Elaine walked through the forest she could feel the backlog of anxieties and stresses she had accumulated in London evaporate. A month ago she would still have been struggling home from the office. A tube ride spent with her face pressed to some finance-types armpit followed by a half hour bus ride to one of the darkest recesses of Zone 4. Her reward for...
**This is the first of my scenarios between Anna and Micah. It is my first foray into writing again after a very long absence. Enjoy. Comments appreciated. ** ***** I'm standing in the kitchen, my hands immersed in warm soapy water washing up our dinner dishes. I feel Micah come up behind me- his large hands moving over the tops of my shoulders in a slow...
***Note*** This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story deals with the life-long after-effects of rape. Both the heroine and hero are rape survivors. There will b...
Fucking colonels. I fucking hate colonels. They're always coming up with stupid shit to do; they feel like they have to show everyone they're in charge, and so they come up with bullshit. Thanks to our fuckhead Colonel, my platoon was out in the field doing "non-lethal weapons" training. Hey, dickhead! We're Marines, remember? We're lethal. It was the s...
Hello, this is my first attempt at writing a piece of erotic fiction and I would welcome your feedback on the story. Please take a moment at the end to tell me what worked for you or what didn't. * Falling snow covers the forest; a small doe wanders up to a cabin and stops. Her head held high and ears alert, she carefully steps forward. Our skis stand n...
Samantha Fairchild was a 22 year old beauty who had briefly considered going into the lucrative world of high fashion as a model but decided that it would be more satisfying to carve out a career in journalism and so was now one of many editors at World Magazine trying to climb the ladder of success. She had recently graduated with honors from the Universi...
Just a brief intro this time. Once again, a huge thank you to Blind_Justice for his critique. Also, please remember to vote, and as always, I adore the feedback, so keep it coming! -redskyes Chapter 72 I was packing up my camera, having just finished a fashion shoot with Sophia, a knockout of a model from Germany. She was a little taller than me, lean and...
Part 1: Let's Make a Deal Chapter 1 - Making a Deal They stood back and looked at the work they had completed in transforming their bedroom into a relaxing space. She stood there with her chin in her hand and said, "Hmmm... Something is still missing." "What could that be?" he asked. "Well," she began, "I really would like to have a television in the bed...