Prologue Hell - The Second Circle. Somewhen beyond Time. The Primordial Wind howled. Blinding in intensity, hurricane in force, it vortexed within the Second Circle. It had milled about since the second day ever, an unnoticed bastard child. The ungrateful souls that came after it gave no thanks even as it soothed their sunburnt skin, uttered no prais...
The woman saw the guy, almost a boy yet, coming in, and snorted. At least he had made up his mind. It was clear that he had noticed her. Many people did it. Tall, long light brown hair, superbly thirtysomething, In fact, almost forty, but no one would have said it... While the guy came closer, looking to the left and to the right, to simulate an unlikely ha...
Author's Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize... a little group, bondage, non-consentual, with bi overtones. But mostly it's a story of loving wives. As always, if you'd like an illustrated version just drop me a line. ********** They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the...
Hi again. It's me, Emi. Sorry It's been so long since I've written but I kind of had a busy summer, and then it was back to school. Things have settled down a bit now so maybe I can start to bring you up to date. So much has happened I hardly know where to start. I guess I should go in order. There's one story I haven't told you about last winter, before I...
Elizabeth woke up slowly. Keeping her eyes closed, she indulged in her laziness...slowly stretching her sleep-stiffened limbs. It was the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee that finally tempted her from the bed. She arose, running her fingers through her long blond hair and wrapping herself in the short robe that matched her small nightgown. The purple silk c...
With a groan she pushed herself up off the pillow. She let her eyes roam. The room was small. But it had made her feel save from the first day. It had been the place where she felt private and free to reflect on all the incredible things happening to her. Some of them had been sweeter than she believed to be possible. Others had left her in confused tears, l...
Up T'Smoke. 5. Stanford. The flight to California was long, 11 h with United, even in Business Class it was tiring and I slept a lot. My contact with the pharmaceutical group was one of the CEOs, Mervyn Toschak, who I had met with Alastair McKenzie my Ph.D. supervisor. He told me that both he and Alastair would be at the airport to meet me. Although they...
Chapter 3 The next day she arrived at ten, just in time to greet the postman as he deposited, what appeared to be, two bills through the letter box. She knew the postman; he was a sidesman at the church, a friend of her fathers and the font of much of the local gossip. "Morning Jane. I see that Jack has received his call-up papers. Shouldn't be long before...
I saw Marco staring at Ana's ass as she exited the cab. It didn't bother me. I'm not normally a jealous person, but if I were, Marco would be the type to set it off. Wealthy, handsome, Latin. His staring didn't bother me at all though. I exited through the other door, and then turned to hand Isabella out of the cab. "Gracias senor," she smiled, stepping ou...
"I had sex with a black guy and a white guy this weekend," Nikki heard the other girls talking as she pulled her tight fitting lacrosse jersey over her sports bra, "The black guy was so much bigger." A chorus of giggles followed and echoed through the locker room before coach came through and brought a quick silence from the girls. "Field in 5," she said a...