George walked past again, swinging a bottle. The characteristic tinkling laugh followed down the corridor. Ryan drank his cider from the glass jar and watched. And wanted. Georgina had caught his eye early on at university that year, a funny mixture of self-assurance and self-mockery. With her swishing ponytail she was hard to pin down as any particular "ty...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Chapter 1 Jason Breaux looked over at Rachael Thibodeaux and sighed. At the front of the classroom, Coach Dumas was droning on and on about some French King and the politics that led to the French Revolution and who cares? The scrawny eighteen year old tried to...
Blessed cold engulfed my forehead followed by pain as cold pressure was applied to my, apparently bruised, cheekbone. I opened my eyes and was baffled into confusion as my dark and wanton surroundings disappeared, as if instantaneously, to be replaced by a harshly lit but thankfully airy atmosphere. Any more of my surroundings I could not discern, my vision...
Erica wasn't sure this was a good idea. Yes, she liked him, but actually meeting like this? Probably not a wise move. He was married - and so was she, for crying out loud! Yet, here she was, sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for him. Hell, it's not as if she even drank coffee, she reflected wryly, sipping on a soda. Still, it wasn't like her to back out, and...
Coral Brennan collapsed onto her couch. What a day! She'd been surprised by no fewer than 50 friends to celebrate her 30th birthday. The soft blue-green display on the clock read 2 am, the night had flown by and gifts we're strewn about her family room. A silk scarf from her best friend Jan, a tourmaline necklace from 3 gals in her office she ate lunch with...
Danger Ch. 4: Department of Foreign Affairs It was a slow Thursday night and Danger was sitting at work without much to do. He was working for the university during the afternoons and evenings for the summer. While the afternoon were usually a bit hectic, the evenings were usually slow and dull. However, when there was work to be done it was enjoyable and t...
London, England 1862 Storm stared at Skye as she slowly descended down the staircase. She had managed to surprise him again, this time in tight breeches, boots and a tight shirt that molded her full breasts. Her hair was long, loose and tied back. "What is the point of your choice of dress, sweetie?" Storm asked, admiring her shapely body. "I can hardly...
She took a shower after he left. Tired and pleasantly tingling all over, she laid down on the bed. 'Just for a few minutes,' she told herself. But a few minutes turned into several hours and she slept deeply. Normally, a light sleeper, she never noticed her lover standing in the doorway watching her sleep. His eyes roamed over her body. She lay facing him,...
Charlie cast her eye around the crowd as she nodded methodically to a bloke trying his best to gain her attention. She took a swig of her rum can as her eyes came to rest on a figure at the back of the shed that housed the band. He was here. She wrapped her arm around her body as the intruding man to her right droned on. Cursing her decision to wear the li...
You walk along the path beside the road, linear and harsh, the street lights on above your head. Uncertainty has filled you for most of the journey, but curiosity still has the better of you. The doorway is well lit on this terraced London town house, you walk towards it and pause within arms reach. Your hand rests on the doorknocker and as you lift it, yo...