In the quiet, sheltered darkness of the smuggler's hideout, there was little indication of just when the morning light had finally crept over the horizon. No, it was the nagging chill of the cold ground, and the lack of the warm body he had drifted off beside that finally stirred Hafred to wakefulness. The dim, diffuse glow scattering in from the veiled, dis...
This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to "The Beach House". Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I tho...
Though Gwen's place looked like a modest suburban ranch house from outside, the inside was more Las Vegas than Grand Rapids. Monique was waiting inside the door, dressed like a hat check girl, though none of us had hats to check, and she was more undressed than dressed. Her sheer black stockings were attached to matching garters, but there was no skirt over...
She watched him stride in, strong and confident. It had been a while since she had seen his face, his movement. Nothing now spoke of the boy she'd had those five months ago. Walking toward her was not the pliable submissive she had watched grow under her teaching hand, he was now was just a man. She wondered what had made him so estranged to her after they h...
"Now, Jon," you said, "she's ready to go out. Where shall we take her?" I was on my hands and knees in the middle of Jon's living room. I still had my short skirt on, and underpants, but sandals, shirt and bra had been discarded a while ago. It was the addition of a bright pink collar and leash that had given my lover the sense that I was now ready to go o...
I realize that this starts a bit harsher than my other stories in the Romance category. Things calm down quite a bit after the opening vignette. The opening isn't indicative of the overall tone. Thank you for reading. Shards of Crystal Serenaded by the gentle sounds of the woodlands, Amanda sleepily made her way to the kitchen of their luxurious cabin. Pau...
There are some things you don't need to know and this is one of them. Before 15th February 1971, in Britain we had pounds '£', shillings 's', and pence 'd' (denarii). 12 pence in a shilling, 20 shillings in a pound. We also had guineas – 21 shillings to complicate matters further. The penny was divided into 2 halfpennies (pronounced haypny), and 4 farth...
Nobody under eighteen, any resemblance to any person is just coincidental. This is just fantasy. It's not reality. The story could be in several different categories, but it started out as "Loving Wives" so I'm inclined to keep it there. ***** Way, way back on the day... Karen and I met when we were in college, but our initial meeting was a very awkward...
=========================== PART 13: ONE FOR THE BOOKS =========================== It was my turn to stroke my fingers over Alex's face and see him wake up slowly. I'd left him alone for over an hour, though I had checked on him twice. He'd been out of it, both times. His head tilted to his left shoulder, drool trickling out of his parted lips. His hands...
No sooner had we boarded the plane and Steve started to get mushy. "Oh Darlene." He paused as he lifted my left hand to his mouth and kissed my new wedding ring. "You have made me so happy." I winked. "I can't wait for tonight!" Which was true but not for the reason Steve thought. He looked around to see if anyone had heard before adding in a whispered v...