Booklovers was a bookstore owned by a man who loved books. Unfortunately, he loved them too much. He couldn't say no to anyone looking to sell or trade, and eventually the bookcases were filled double deep with books of every type by every author. When there was no room left on the shelves, he stacked unsorted boxes of books in front of them until you coul...
Author' Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. I have lived in South Africa, Switzerland, Washington D.C. and Rome and now am living with my husband near Paris, France. The name I have assumed for my own sexual experiences is "Vixen," the alter ego of a model. Now I have written different stories about my life; my inner mind and p...
After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. My rewrite is around 93,000 words and 40-50 thousand to go to finish the story and make it a novel. I haven't decided how much to post so please bear with me until I figure out how much I have to add to retain the tension....
It was well after one when Philip, feeling surprisingly spry and alert, returned from his evening with Tim. As the night had progressed and the alcohol accumulated in his bloodstream, he felt a developing sympathy for the younger man. It wasn't difficult to understand his predicament; some rich guy was swooping in to dazzle his girlfriend and spirit her off...
It had been a long day. I had fought the traffic after a miserable week to get home early and surprise my wife for what was to be a romantic weekend. But as I pulled up to the house my heart sank. I saw a bright red motorcycle in the drive way and something inside told me, "This isn't right!" So, mindfully discreet, I snuck into my own house. Slowly closing...
©2009AdrianLeverkuhn There are some stretches of road that are nothing less than Hell. Some stretches of water, too, for that matter. And mountains. Mountains are rather like life, too, but it's better to get by the rough patches and move on than it is to dwell on the toll they take. Sometimes there's just no way to avoid the rough spots; other times find u...
*Disclaimer: All persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 71 Marie Soileau gritted her teeth; Bill Baggett was a pain in the ass. He was surly, uncommunicative, insolent, and ungrateful. Because of him, she would be at least an hour late getting home; dinner would be late again. "Honey Bunny," I can cook, you...
It was just another weekend night. Barbara my wife and I had taken a taxi to town for dinner and drinks. We drank a couple of bottles of wine at dinner and then went dancing. Barb and I weren't swingers or anything like that, although I did like showing off my beautiful wife. You see Barb was 31 years old and very attractive, in fact she's a stunner. Barb...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 92. Let's Make A Deal! No sooner than the words were out of Hanks mo...
This is the third of a planned four-part series. All characters, unless otherwise specified, are 18 or older. Warning: there is a lot of texting in this story. If Lindsay is texting, it will be bolded with the designation L: If Stacy is texting, it will be italicized with the designation S: If Rachel is texting, it will be underlined with the designat...