(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my writings without recriminations. Don't write a review if you don't like the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always good and helps me....
Becket Hastings hung upside down, suspended by his ankles. Becket's hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was utterly naked. This seemed to happen every sports season. Cinnamon, Becket's enchanting "platonic" housemate was a "sports atheist" and couldn't stand him running the idiot box, watching those damned games. At the same time, Cinnamon didn't wan...
Chapter 1 Synopsis: Frankie Puccini married his high school sweetheart Amy. Five months later, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, he enlisted in the Army Air Corp as a cadet pilot. A train accident on the way to fighter pilot training ended his military career and he contributed to the war effort as an aeronautical engineer. Meanwhile, his wife Amy became a...
Dedicated to everyone I've loved, past...and present No Absolution: February 1998 It’s quiet here. But then again, it’s supposed to be quiet. Cemeteries, even those in the heart of a city, tend to be full of silence. The sounds of the neighborhood – barking dogs, laughing children, even the traffic on the adjacent streets – are swallowed up by the silence...
Copyright PennameWombat November 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is part 2, see part in "Mel's Phone Call" in 'Exhib...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
PART I With Beth's thick-soled, fishnet-covered foot just inches from his face, her heel on his bare chest and her toes wiggling, the musty stench was overpowering. It was still had to believe this was really happening to him, although, he realized, it had been weeks in the making. "Ready to smell 'em up close?" asked the woman who'd first showed him his...
I opened my eyes and looked over at the alarm clock on my nightstand, it was just past 8AM and I could hear the birds chirping outside. I looked over to my wife's side of the bed to see that she was already up, something rare for a Saturday morning when she didn't have to go to work. The night before flooded into my mind and I still couldn't put the pieces t...
©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...
Last September, my husband got called away on another business trip. He didn't often leave the states, but this time he had to go to London. He had been there three or four times in the past, but I was never able to go with him. I knew he liked London because he would always come home and tell me about it. Mostly the nylons. Apparently, most women in London...