There was once a curious young scholar who, on a lonely december, decided to escape the frigidity of the city and the ivory tower of academia. Unfortunately, it seemed that the december would remain lonely no matter what: he had no sense of home, and he lived with his nose in books. He spent the wee hours of the night in a damp, dark basement, descending fro...
Chapter 1 The First Meeting I have had to admit for many years now, at least to myself, that I have a mild form of foot fetishism. I say it's only mild because although a woman's feet are often the first thing I notice and I am certainly very strongly attracted and aroused by them and what they can do for me, I am also turned-on by the other, more normal f...
I was so tired of waiting. Waiting for him to notice me, waiting for him to make a move, waiting and wondering if he was even interested. Oh, there'd been plenty of signs – subtle ones, like the casual brush of his hand over my shoulder, the quick full-body hugs that left me breathless and weak. But something had always kept us apart. First it was my boyfr...
***This wasn't part of the original tale. I wrote it and added it because it was a little fun to write, trying to imagine the little scenes. Besides, I realized that Abi was going to need somebody to do the wrenching on that thing. 0_o *** ------------------------- Ouna walked into the galley and Pob set the breakfast she'd made before her. Ouna said th...
This part of my day I could do blindfolded. My alarm goes off but I'm already awake, in fact I've been awake for at least two hours. Sleep has come hard for me for the last six months since I left hospital, if I get any more than two hours a night it's a bonus. I drag myself out of my warm bed and stagger into the kitchen where I prepare my breakfast of coff...
A FORMER investigative journalist well versed in analytical financial reporting and currently adrift from female interaction, is recruited to gather evidence that the chairman's husband is ripping off the failing evening newspaper company. Eliot finds the chairman's daughter is an A-list babe who perhaps conveniently for him is between dates. They come toget...
I am a bachelor. I must confess, that is an inauspicious note upon which to begin but it is a fact that continues to permeate through my life no matter what actions I take to circumvent it. I was born into this world with the love of two parents and subsequently the regard of a few close friends—but that is all. Not to say I have never been in love. Quite to...
April 1916 Bertangles The freezing air stung Phillip’s face as the elderly BE2c clawed its way back towards the British Lines. He tried to duck down further behind the cockpit coaming and shuffled his feet to try and restore some feeling. He was feeling nauseous from the effects of the castor oil fumes and light-headed from cold and the after-effects of the...
Please feel free to let me know what you think of Gabrielle. If you have any specific suggestions, please send Anonymous Feedback. * * * * * * * I was headed down the hall to the cafeteria for lunch, when my cell phone went off. "Hello." "Hi, Lauren," my husband Jack said. "Hi, honey," I smiled. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time..." "No, not at...
I was strolling through the mall on my lunch hour one wintry Friday, happy to escape the office for sixty minutes of girl-watching, even on a blustery, chilly day. My only lament was my choice of snack, as I glumly picked some crusty dough from the corner of my gums. Why was it virtually impossible to find a good soft pretzel in Northern Virginia, or anywh...