Bonnie is mad enough to spit. She’s had a bit of a temper as long as I’ve known her. It has never been directed at me, but I have seen her in action and she is in full bloom now. Her nose is bleeding. “Hey babe, I’m sorry,” says the good looking guy on the other side of the net who just spiked the ball hard into her face. We all know it wasn’t on purpose bu...
Note: This story is a bit of a slow burn and is longer than my earlier submissions. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are fictional and above the age of 18. * Pt 1. If I were a bell The heat had been stifling in the packed lecture theatre. The air conditioning had broken down in the old building again and the coll...
Any and all participants of a sexual nature are 18 or older. Bens Diner To this day it amazes me how many people will order a burger, fries and a soft drink for breakfast. I offer the regular breakfast items as well, but part of the original draw to Ben's Burgers and Breakfast was that folks could have a burger anytime we were open, which included one wit...
Chapter 5 "I remember there being more people here," Sarette said as she and Katrin wandered through the market stalls. "You've been to Lanport before?" the other woman asked. "Once, years ago." Her parents had taken her so she could see the ocean. "Well, it's cold and wet today. It's not a surprise that the market's quiet." Sarette hadn't considered th...
Welcome back! For those of you who read chapter 5, you'll remember that it was a little sparse on the sex scenes. Rejoice, my friends! We're now at the good stuff! I'll admit I'm not an expert at writing intense sex scenes, but I gave it my best shot. Hope you like it! Also, for the fans writing the wonderful, uplifting comments at the end of my stories...I...
All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * When David Henderson returned to work the next week he was a very distracted young man. He tried hiding out in his little office cubicle, working on whatever project Mrs. Fletcher's secretary passed on to him. But it wasn't long before his boss, Debra, found him and asked him casually h...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2012 Well here we are on Chapter 7 already! How on earth did that happen? Our thanks as always to everyone that has managed to keep up and follow the story so very far. To new readers, London Loves...? and its prequels are predominantly gay male and vampire/supernatural related so if that isn't your bag look away...
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said ""The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function..." The eternal argument about open vs closed marriage; about sharing vs exclusivity is one where I honestly can see both sides. I'm no genius; my wife - and every one else - is very...
"Turn off that damn alarm Jaz! Last day of school, get up and go girl!" Groggily I reached over and swatted the off button to the alarm, my dad was something of a fix it genius, and had disabled the snooze feature sometime in my sophomore year. "Yea got it dad!" I literally rolled off the bed as I untangled the folds of sheets from my long legs. Scratching...
Simon's hands automatically went to my waist, slipping low to cup my ass in his palms. I'd already pushed him past the point of no return, but he was still trying to reclaim control of the situation, feebly asserting his authority. "Amy—we can't," he said. "We said we wouldn't." Even if there had been conviction in his voice, the presence of his hands on...