When morning finally came, Zoe rose early to slip away and quietly shower, careful not to wake him. And when she came back into the bedroom to pack, Tate's eyes opened and he watched her silently preparing to leave him -- quite possibly forever. Watching her zip up her suitcase, his heart having risen in his chest to his throat, felt like it was choking him....
Authors Note: This story could fit into multiple categories. to prevent anyone from getting blindsided, it has some N/C overtones, some bondage overtones and other themes. It's meant to be erotic fantasy, so if you have trouble suspending disbelief it's probably not for you. Thanks to Blackshang and Cloudy for editing and impression reading. * Candice shu...
I'm angry. I'm hurt. We've lived together for six months, shared a bed for six months. He tells me I'm an uptight bitch and leaves. And what bothers me the most of all is, he's at least partly right. I am up tight. I'm trying to make my way in a very prestigious law firm with lots of competition and there is no doubt at all that the firm has less regard for...
Many thanks to Jill for inspiration and support, to mastertofu for the insight, and to aimingtomisbehave33 for the much-appreciated feedback that finally whipped (no pun intended) this final CLS chapter into shape. Special thanks to you, reader, for following along this journey with me. I hope you enjoy it! Stay tuned for more adventures in this universe....
Thursday, 3 shopping days to Christmas The snow ploughs came into the village in the early hours of next morning and two of them trundled down the Underhill Lane past the Medcalf house. The first plough formed a bow wave by the side of the road, the second truck was a salt spreader with a small plough stuck on the front. It stopped in front of the Grange an...
Chapter Nine "You say we had it wrong with Russel Mackintosh so our reticence in killing him was correct?" said John while finishing his breakfast with James and Carolyn. "Not totally, he's a paedophile, a low life, but he's not the serial rapist and murderer we once thought, but with the information, we'll pass to the authorities he'll be off the streets...
Author's note: This is a sequel of Building Reality. It was supposed to be a one of, but many readers asked me to continue this story. I decided to write two sequels. One with good ending and one with dark ending. This one is the darker one. Enjoy! ---------------------- Building Reality : Addiction Tracy's isolation felt like an eternity. After her secon...
Dear Diary, As this is the first day of the start of my new life, I thought it appropriate to start a new diary. This first entry will have to include a bit of the past, and I have a lot of time to get these thoughts in order, though the rumbling of the train is not doing any favors to my penmanship. Today was the hottest day I'd ever felt in Washington DC...
Kat was dressed, ready and waiting when I knocked on her door, looking warm and sexy in a pair of form fitting leggings and a body hugging ivory cable-knit sweater that ready showed off her exquisite breasts, especially with her bright red hair hanging over her shoulder and down over the left one in a ponytail. Making me think how hot it would look wrapped a...
James woke up with a gasp. He lay in the dark, waiting for his heart to stop racing, and listened to his own labored breathing. It was the only sound he could hear. He wondered if this was a heart attack, but he didn't feel any pain. Slowly his breathing evened out and became less audible. He sighed and rolled over to his side. That was when he noticed his...