I don't know how you did it, but you glorious readers managed for a moment to make A Shoulder to Cry On number one. Since I published that, two installments of this series have an award. I want to start by thanking Rodolphe for the editing. Not many people are willing to take up the task of editing a story this long. For newcomers, this is the 5th instal...
Well, folks, this is my most ambitious chapter to date. I know this has been a long time coming, (sorry) but editing, proofing, rewriting, and the sheer size has slowed things down a bit. Needless to say, the muse has been giving me a workout, and I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I refuse to be politically correct, so if any of my conservative libert...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Chapter One: The Meeting Moscow, Russia "Formally...regret ... sincerely," he thought to himself as he attempted to organize his thoughts for a letter that he planned to finish composing after he returned home from this trip. His immediate circumstances didn't accommoda...
Room wanted: Recently qualified teacher looking for room/s for short term let... "Is that Naomi?" said the voice. "Yes," she said brightly. "Hello Naomi, my name's Rob Stanley, I understand you are looking for a room to rent?" "Yes," she said hopefully, "Yes I am." "Dave Darnell speaks extremely highly of you," he said positively, "you've taught special...
Disclaimer: This story contains one NSFW illustration. It's the very first thing you'll see if you scroll down. Ignoring this disclaimer may lead to promotions. "It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both."-Niccolo Machiavelli Thinking was like swimming through drying concrete. The effort it took Andraste to focus was herculean. She...
After ten years of marriage, it was over. Towards the end, I did every thing I could think of to try and save the marriage, but to no avail. I'm not an advocate of getting a divorce either, at least not until everything possible has been done to try and keep that from happening. But I had done all that, so when my ex-wife filed, I tried to keep things as ami...
Chapter One: Photo Shoot The sky was cloudy, and some might have considered it to be a little dreary. "Perfect day for this!" he said to himself aloud as he looked through his camera's viewfinder. To him, the clouds could transform the sun into a diffuse, omni-directional light source. The morning had been a photographic bonanza as he methodically made his...
Angel Even with her eyes closed, she could still detect the glare of the sun through her eyelids. The humid heat that it generated, as its rays beat down on the sub-tropical forest below, encompassed her naked body as if she was in a sauna. Angela Black was hot, sweaty and loving every minute of it. She loved the freedom of being totally naked, and she wa...
Laptopwriter Copyright© 2014 One again, my thanks to Mostera1 for his help. He always makes my stories better. And now, Weaver. From the corner of his eye, Weaver caught sight of the big fist thundering toward him. It had been years since he'd fought in the ring and maybe he wasn't as fast as he used to be, but he still knew how to react to a haymake...
I headed for the University campus a little earlier than usual on Monday morning, hoping to catch my thesis chairman Dr. Keller and drop off the project notes Jamie and I had compiled. More accurately, I hoped to arrive before his gatekeeper, Mrs. Marsh. That didn't work out. Doesn't that woman ever leave her guard post? "Hello, Tom," she sniffed dismissi...