EDIT 8/2016 1. If the rumors were true, the woman was over a century old. She looked no more than twenty. Less, at the moment. Far less. No doubt due to the vulnerability of her present position. Her arms were chained over her head, high and tight as they could be forced to stretch. It must be painful for her. She'd dangled there for hours. Of course she w...
I heard the talk from the hallway, indistinguishable words fading even before I reached the break room door. Inside, three of my co-workers shifted in the silence, sipping cheap coffee. They were like most of the people here, still shunning me as the new guy. I wasn't sure if I should hold it against them. I was brought in because of flailing production and...
Hey Everyone! I'll make it short. Thanks go out to my beta testers: fanfare, M, A, and my mom. Thanks go out to my editor Archangel_M. And for those of you wondering about Peaches and Bane in my Mystery Girl series, you'll be seeing them next week so check back regularly! I hope you like this next chapter! -Rosi *** Grim adjusted his tie as he gazed in t...
CHAPTER 6 An irritated older guy was standing at reception waiting for a receptionist to appear when Tom entered the dingy offices of Benson, Michaels and Struthers PR. "May I help you sir?" "Do you work here?" "Yes." "I own Robinson's Clearance House and had advertised heavily to promote the clearance of a line of five gallon ceramic pickling pots. We'...
Madeline entered her flat, dropped her bags, set down her coffee, then rushed across her living room, intent on reaching her phone before the answering machine picked up. But she was too late. As she waited panting, she heard her own greeting followed by the ubiquitous beep. "Hey, Baby," said a voice as the device began recording. "Are you there and just ig...
I lay there on my back, panting, my legs bent but still spread, not wanting to hide anything from the savage, scared witless at what he was thinking, contemplating, but with the overwhelming desire to have him inside me again. Evening was coming on, and I had no idea how many more "agains" there would be. And what would happen when they stopped. My eyes, wh...
The name on her badge was Bunty, but he knew her colleagues called her Bee. It was a strange name for a girl so young. Every Saturday morning she stood at the chocolate counter in his local supermarket, cutting samples of chocolate fudge into identical little strips for the customers to try, idly twirling her brown hair, scratching at the places where her sk...
Counting Backwards I hardly knew anyone at Kacie's funeral. I stayed close to the walls. There were high-backed wooden chairs with cushioned seats lined up like soldiers on either side of the room. I looked at the floor, at the green sea of carpet that spread along its length, at the beige swirled wall paper, the little woven baskets strategically placed ne...
Driving in Snow is an exploration of spiritually based sexuality and the power of synchronicity. This story is hard to characterize. It clearly fits in Mature, Erotic Couplings, First Time - several times over. Romance and even a unique form of Group Sex. There is enough nudity to add Exhibitionists and voyeurs and even some anal. It is long so I put it in...
All people are over the age of 18. Please vote at the end, using the stars. Any comments are welcome as well. Thanks and enjoy. ******** Texas, Lisa P. (Part 1) I would have to say that homecoming weekend, and the week after, was the height of my first semester at Turner. Amy and I went pretty hot and heavy for about a week and then her old boyfriend sta...