She picks him as the subject of her article on deviant sexual behavior. But he has other ideas. This is their mental battle that leads to her inevitable submission. Charles swept into the club at about 9 in the evening one Friday evening. It was a private club that a friend had recommended. He had never been there before but seemed quite at ease. The club w...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
Far From Home Author's Notes: Without these people, this chapter would probably be still in the making: My lady love, Thornfoote, MisterWildCard and bikoukumori, my faithful editor. Thanks, guys and gals. No sex this time, sorry. * * * * The smoke finally settled, leaving behind only the shattered arch of the elven portal and three dead clerics, their...
Note: This is a work of fiction! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story try to remember: This is a Novel 110. Plausible Deniability "Clark, where was that boy when I was run...
Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...
Y'all gotta know tha' feelin' when ya're expectin' to see someone special, who ya 'avent seen for years? I bet most of ya do, an' I gotta tell ya, tha's the bigges' thrill in tha World... Eh, but look at me... I keep forgetin' y'all probably ain't fullowin' wha' I'm sayin'. Sumtimes i's a helluva hard to understan' if ya ain't local or at leas' used to it....
(There is no sex in this conclusion.) ******************** John Watson sat quietly, an untouched cup of coffee before him, gazing out the kitchen window at the gently swaying limbs and leaves of the aspen. He again glanced at the calendar on the wall, recognizing that it was exactly one year since the final divorce decree had been granted and the pain in h...
* * * [Many thanks to my volunteer editor LadyVer, whose helpful investment of time made this a much better story.] * * * I was inching my car across the icy parking lot of the Mill Creek Ranger Station when I first saw her: alone on the shoulder of California Highway 38, a pair of skis crooked in one arm, and her thumb pointing up the road toward the mou...
Author's Note: Thanks to Techsan and Lady Cibelle for their great editing assistance – they are the best! Enjoy! * WHAT PRICE PARADISE? "If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again." - Antonin Artaud I lay there in the tub, thinking how my life had gone bad so fast. Even now, two months later, I was st...
Growing Pains Author's Notes: This chapter wouldn't have been possible without my lady love, beta reader Thornfoote and my faithful editor bikoukumori. For your help, support, input and tireless editing passes I offer my thanks. All participants in sexual activities are adults in their respective species. * * * * Thick, warm mud sucked at the soles of h...