The morning was tense for Brad and me. I was secretly looking up exercises to burn calories fast, how to properly diet and portion my food, helpful tips for weight loss. Meanwhile, my husband was glaring at me staring at my phone. "So," he huffs, "What, uh... What are you doing on your phone there?" he questioned, offended. Is he jealous of my phone or somet...
Author's Note - Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, so I thought I would write some sci-fi for you guys. I hope you will all enjoy it. Comments, suggestions, or criticisms are appreciated. Fair warning; there is nothing remotely sexual until the third chapter. I will write more chapters as soon as I can. Prologue In the final...
A Wine and Old Lace Story "Gavin! You have to get moving if you are going to get to McIntyre's by noon." "I got plenty of time, Mom. Don't worry about it. I still don't know what they want with me. Father usually takes care of all the legal matters. I never wanted to get involved with all that paperwork and such." "I know. I know, but they insisted it was...
Fair warning: There's (almost) no sex in this sex in this story. ***** My Dad shot himself when I was eight years old. Felt like I had to get that out there. When I look back, and try to gauge how much loss I felt at the death of my father, I find myself reluctantly thinking that the loss wasn't that great. In many ways we had already been losing him, e...
CHAPTER 1 Sitting on the pool coping, legs dangling in the water, Jenna (15) and Thomas (11) watched their father in the shade talking to the two women who figured in their lives now their mom was gone. Debs died four months ago of breast cancer. As their dad Sean Munro had said, forty-two was too young to die but the family was mostly over it now. He also...
Chapter 5: Encounters On The Open Road Looking back now afterward I still cannot make sense out of what happened that day at the motel at LeGrande, Oregon. They had picked up our trail somehow, although I think it must have been a matter of pure chance. I have reviewed it now a thousand times and cannot see where we left a trail to open ourselves to their t...
Grayson rose with the first, silver streaks of morning sun blazing into his eyes. He squinted and rolled over, moving away from the beckoning call to awake. He felt the pounding effects of whisky and ale in his head and knew he had drank far too much for his own good. As nature started calling him, he rose and emptied himself into the chamber pot, then conte...
My name is Richard Price, usually known as Ric. I think I must have been about four or five when I first became aware of Mrs.Grace. She lived alone three houses along the street from our house. My parents were quite friendly with her, and were the only people in our street who called her by her given name, Catherine. It was never Cath, Cat or Cathy, but alwa...
"Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire." -- source unclear * Vanessa stopped at the door of the dance studio. She had to be crazy. She was twenty-two years old. Who started dance lessons for the first time at that age? Some of her friends in school had started lessons when they were still barely toddling. Obviously there were people who s...
Jack's biceps rippled as he climbed hand over hand easily ascending the gigantic beanstalk that had sprouted in his backyard. Taking care of his aging widowed mother and her house had left him with an athletic build desired by any twenty-year-old man. He looked down at the small cottage-style house below. He had put his youth on hold to care for her. In add...