*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...
Erica and Michelle grew tired of seeing you bring in ladies in your office from time to time that didn't even have appointment and then they leave with those wide grins on their faces as they giggled like fools when they left. I guess you thought of us as fools when we came into your office and smell the scent of sex just about knocking us out as you open th...
He stopped the car on a deserted country road, calmly turned the ignition off, then turned to look at her. His eyes trawled over her. She was wringing wet, and her dress clung to her skin, clearly outlining the shape of her slim, shivering thighs. Push-starting a car in the dead of night was not her idea of fun. 'I'm cold,' Sissy said, wrapping her arms aro...
It is now the mid eighteenth century, America is still known as ‘The Colonies’ to it’s British masters. But there is unrest in the air. There is quiet talk of rebellion, spoken in hushed tones, in the taverns as well as in the houses of the rich and influential. We had been forced to move many times over the years. When you do not age while all those around...
On her way home from the airport, Tasha phoned her husband. He had called four times since her flight was supposed to have landed at eleven a.m. "Reid?" "Hey, sugar. Where are you?" "In the back of a taxi. My flight was late." Tasha pushed sunglasses up into her crop of shoulder length curls which were a muddy brick color the same tone as her brown skin. "...
In 2006 Warren Buffet declared the United States to be at war, no not the so called War on Terrorism or War on Drugs. Instead, he proclaimed to Ben Stein, writer for the New York Times, "There's class warfare alright, but it's my class, the rich class, that's making war, and we're winning." There was hardly a yawn in society, the economy was still in the ill...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Jack~~ It only took a small nod to the bouncer for Jack to get in. Just a week ago, he wouldn't have dared dream of it, but Invictus connections were endless -- larger than just Xnomina - so now here he was, stepping into throbbing music and pu...
~~Natasha~~ The Grand Cathedral of Dolareido was a terrifying place, she found, especially from the outside. The statues on the railings of the stairway, on the archways, and on the outcroppings of carved stone along the cathedral's high walls, were nightmare fuel. Six-winged angels destroying demons beneath their feet, and gargoyles with mouths agape and f...
It was a beautiful afternoon in Paris. The autumnal air was still warm enough not to need a coat or anything over the top of his suit jacket, and Stan walked out onto the balcony of the hotel room. He breathed deeply. Life was good. He felt a hand in the small of his back, and another arm draped over his shoulder. He looked to his left, to see Anne, blonde...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (14.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Jenna looked over at the gilt edged invitation and rolled her eyes. She still couldn't believe she had actually been convinced to attend a masquerade ball on Halloween night. She muttered to herself as she struggled to get into her harem girl costume. She'd wanted the cute Little Bo Peep outfit, but...