"Oh, freedom land, Can you let this go, Down to the streets where the numbers grow, Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days, Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days." Yosemite. Say the words "breathtaking", "spectacular", "cosmic", or any descrip...
The Passenger Chapter 5 In space, especially in hyperspace, you are completely isolated. In realspace it's distance, gravity and delta-vee (the term pilots use for differences in velocity) that keeps you physically separated from anyone outside the ship. Yes, communication is still possible, but the high cost of planet-to-ship comms keeps that to a minimu...
As was the case for several days after returning from the cabin, for a period of time following Cedric's departure for school my wife Jill and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was a mixture of what I can only describe as loving and animal lust, left over from what we'd done, and I believe a sort of coping mechanism. There was lots of talk during...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (Yes my ego is huge but I am trying to bring it under control)You took a lot of time to give me some really great advice. Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life...
"I really am sorry, Chris, you know I didn't mean it that way." I sat on the edge of our shared bed, stroking the short black hair of the diminutive woman beside me, her petite 4 foot eight body occasionally juddering with small sniffs and sobs, her tiny chest still rising and falling forcefully against my own C-cup breast, my almost full foot taller body...
Part V – Moving on Chapter 52 It was almost two years later that Ray came across the DVDs stored in his safe. He considered playing them again but he did not want to reignite the anger that he felt that day. He did not have to replay them to bring up the visions of what they contained. They were embedded in his memory. It had been a difficult time after M...
Lauren Laframboise slammed her office door shut, and then leaned against it. Her bare skin pressed against the wood, her left hand remained on the handle for stability. Her legs felt weak, as if they'd give out beneath her. She took a deep breath, and then whimpered out an exhalation. She shut her eyes, doing her best to will herself into forgetting what had...
There is little sex in this story, and the little there is implied rather than described graphically. The reader will have to use imagination. * Chapter One I first met Eve Chatsworth at the behest of her husband, Aubrey. We worked for the same company, Sunrooms. We supplied and fitted double glazing units, conservatories, Fascias and conservatory furnitu...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, just quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong c...
Everyone thinks I'm a human version of a bulldog. I'm pretty direct and when I latch on to something, they compare it to a bulldog's fangs around a throat. I don't let go and I don't give up. I follow every action to its logical end. Many think I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world when all I really am is prepared. In everything I do, I make sure I'm...