"Ummm, your warm," rich, low laughter sounded satisfied and contented. "What can I say, you make me hot." She almost whispered, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder. "That makes you the source. So, I guess that makes it your fault." She said lightly. Another rumble of self-satisfied, sated, confidence. Tony was lounging in bed, his right arm tucked behind h...
I had just graduated from high school and was spending the summer before college driving down the west coast from Portland to San Diego. I picked up odd jobs along the way for gas and food and finally found myself in the sleepy little town of Cambria. I landed a gig at a Bed and Breakfast at the beach and basically did anything that needed to be done, from...
(This takes place after Chrissy: Challenge Accepted. Chrissy is Nick's best friend's wife. If you want more background, please check out Good Friends Make Better Lovers under my author tab to see how this all began. Thank you to Hissub1111 for her help in this series and to those who support me through reading. BTW, you will notice there are times in the st...
It is a clear, cold January day, and I just had a real hot Saturday morning date with a younger guy named Chris. He lives just one town over from me, so he conveniently took the train and I picked him up at the station for our first meeting. I was taken aback for a second by his stunningly-handsome good looks as he got into my car -- his muscular 5'9" frame...
This was originally the epilogue from Witching Day, but since I loved how succinctly that story ended, I decided to cut it out, but by the time I had done that, I had already written a fair amount of content so I reworked it for its own submission. This very short story requires no prior knowledge of any other stories in this universe. * Ingrid clutched he...
What started off in bed ended in the shower and afterward she remarked how she needed some new undies. She suggested 'Target'. He said, "Let's go to Vicky's." She mused that although Victoria Secrets has sexy stuff that she would just love to have, it would not fit her budget. He responded with a smile and winked. "This one's on me, and for me baby."...
Fingers trembling, Elise dialed the phone number listed on the business card and waited anxiously for someone to answer. A voice, sweeter than nectar, answered, “Dr. Rice’s office. How may I help you?” Elise answered in a quivering voice, “This is Elise Green. I would like to make an appointment.” Again, the sweet voice of the receptionist inquired, “Would...
Just a glimpse. A fleeting memory etched into the back of his eye lids, to haunt him with every blink. The image of snow white, distorted beyond recognition yet oddly familiar and soothing. Skin as white as snow, so white, in fact, that it was hard to make her out against the wall behind her. Hair as red as blood, the curls moving in the wind like Medusa's...
They both wore a mask, and exchanged a glance. She a jester of snow white and silver, and obvious sweet, living flesh. He a Venetian creature of poised, rigid marble—almost indiscernibly human unless, like she, you caught the slightest flicker of his silvery eyes. The grand music hall for the Masquerade was extensive, lined in beautiful drapery and full of...
Darkness. It was so silent, he could hear the slightest sounds at a deafening pitch. The tick of the second hand on the clock over the doorway. The sound of the refrigerator from the kitchen down the hall. The house settling all around him. The midnight blues were as vivid as the first taste of sunlight in the morning, casting everything in an ominous glow....