Maeve arched her back and allowed the steamy hot water wash over her body. Her eyes were clinched tight. Her mind spun out of control. All of the memories of what had just happened to her rushed through her mind. There were so many thoughts bouncing around at once that she simply could not put them into order. Maybe she was out of line by flirting with Corey...
Maeve kissed Colin’s cheek. “You do know how to make a girl happy. Now let me find my panties…” Colin gave her a huge grin, pulling the torn thong from his pocket. “You’ll be meaning these, then, right lass?” He held them up, teasing her, just out of her reach. She tweaked his cheek, smiling saucily. “Oh, well, if you must, keep them as a souvenir. There’s...
It was the most glorious of summer's. Remnants of evening sun hung endlessly over the Iveragh Peninsula, in the South West corner of Ireland. Those warm hazy days of welcome sunshine brought an almost tropical feel to the rocky shoreline of west Kerry. Maeve and Cormac had spent their entire childhood here along this coastline, and now in their last sum...
**I couldn't find the Latin invocations which might have been in use at the time, so please try to overlook that. ~shrug~ Also, try to bear in mind that certain types of human relationships weren't as out there as they are today. The story is set in 1876. This chapter is all about who versus what. The Book of Werewolves was written by Sabine Baring-Gould an...
This is a study in bad decision making. I don't like long author introductions. But I wanted to thank the people who read my first effort and sent me feedback. ***** She tapped me softly on the arm, "I'm sorry." I ignored her. She tapped again, "I'm so sorry. What can I do?" I rolled onto my back. I said, "We've been through this Maeve. Now let me slee...
We'd only seen the room over Skype, receiving a virtual tour by Liv who was renting the largest of three bedrooms in her Manhattan apartment. When we (finally) made it to New York, the room seemed like less than the double size we'd pictured it would be, but Maeve and I set straight away to make it our own. We would be sharing the apartment (for the moment)...
My working name is Chyna. And it's not that sort of work! I'm a model. I've just come home from several years in Europe, mostly in the east. I did a lot of magazine and catalogue work there. I made some money but did not end up with a well known face. I came home because it was time. I loved working there but I also wanted a change. At the moment I'm studyi...
A lot of this is a narrative from Amy's point of view. As such, I struggled with her turns of phrase. I wanted it to come across as she'd say it and so it's written that way. --------------------- Maeve found Amy about fifteen minutes later as she sat pulling her boots off. Amy carefully unloaded both the rifle and the Colt and set them into the cabinet t...
It was a warm night, unusually warm for the high country of Virginia, and there was no chance of rain, so I had chosen not to pitch my tent. I simply laid my groundcloth on a bed of pine needles, nailed it down, and unrolled my sleeping bag under the open air. Truth is, I was too worn out to fool with the tent. I was not quite halfway toward achieving my dr...
Important note: this second part is also quite soft, so if you're looking for a quick cum, move on to another story! After what seemed like an hour or so of drowsing against her body, I woke up completely. The Dervish album I had put on earlier was still playing and I must've been awakened by a stronger moment. While we slept, we had shifted into more comfo...