Edited by Bella Mariposa This is an entry into the 2010 Halloween Contest. Please do not forget to cast your vote after reading!! IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is based on Christine Feehan's Carpathian Vampire series. While the two main characters and the plotline are totally original, the setting and supporting characters are completely hers, and I take no c...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
It was a miserable morning in December 2005, my marriage was in tatters and I was stony broke, hungry and with only a few miserable personal possessions to my name. Those, I had left in a small suit case, which I had left at the local Salvation Army where I had spent the previous night. Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my bosses dau...
This story, my first effort, is affectionately dedicated to a very special lady from the South (USA), without whose inspiration it would not have been conceived. The story gets off to a very slow start. Readers who are purely interested in the 'sexy bits' should probably jump to Chapter 6. I hope, however, that there are a few people out there who like a lo...
The music in my studio headphones faded away and I relaxed a bit, finally satisfied. That take had been just what I'd been aiming for. After fourteen shots at that passage, I'd wondered if I was ever going to be able to sing it exactly the way I had envisioned it in my mind. Some of the takes had been very, very close, but I was a bit of a perfectionist. My...
Jared tossed the last bit of horse manure onto the highly stacked wheelbarrow. With a heavy sigh he gripped the handles and lifted. His muscular arms strained and bulged as he pushed the unwieldy load out the stable door to the large pile where he would deposit it until it was needed for the gardens. Sweat ran in rivulets down over his mostly hairless chest,...
Chapter V: A Visitor Author's Note: A very special thanks to my lady love and two faithful beta readers -- MisterWildCard and John998 -- for their invaluable feedback and encouragement. This chapter somehow was quite a slog to put together and I couldn't have done it without you. Also, as usual, thanks to my editor bikoukumori for a splendid editing job....
The door to Sarinia Baelora's quarters slid open and Myrdina burst into the room. "You're leaving?!" she screeched, bristling with anger. "Welcome, dear sister," the eldest daughter of House Baelora said dryly, turning to glance through her bedroom's open door into the lounge. "Please accept my apologies for not inviting you in, I was preoccupied and must h...
1 The neon glare from St. Petersburg's Nevsky Prospect was the only light that shone in Sergei Arkedyvich's dim, spartan office. The gangster was seated in an armchair by the wide window, burning cigarette dangling from his meaty lips. He considered the liquid line over halfway down the vodka bottle before him, and regarded the paunchy man sitting across fr...
Good Erotica During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones." In 1973, the year of its r...