INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...
Chapter Five: Down the Garden Path I lost track of how many times he had me deliriously screaming his name. Laying there with his weight on my wrists while he held me down and used my body was more than I had ever imagined. His low, growling chuckle drew my attention to his face as he withdrew from my body and looked down on me. "I dare say, the grass her...
Author's Note: Thank you for your infinite patience and supportive comments. I won't bore you with excuses as to why this took so long, just know that I was doing my absolute best in the circumstances; as we all are. A chapter to follow this one has already been queued, so you can expect it fairly shortly. Another to follow that is in the proofreading stag...
His wife had complained, "Why can't you be like other men?" She had shown him pictures of her friend Tania's husband; not just of him but of his cock - not something he had wanted to see at all. Yes, her friend's husband's cock erect and actually in use, inside Tania, poking at her, even spewing on her face; really rude pictures. "That's what I want." She'd...
The next morning, Kanitz got back to business much earlier than I would have preferred. - "Tell me about your Wole project." she said. - "You already know about it." - "Tell me again." I repeated the original idea: because they were neutral in the constant wars between Westrons and Crolians, the Woles could travel freely and do business with both Kin...
(Author's Note: This story is a submission to the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on November 20th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration for this and all FAW...
Abby drove Mr. Brasher down to the station the next day, leaving him to wander around at his own pace. It was some time before he returned to her with a smile on his face. "I always get emotional when I see a place such as this. It looks so forlorn and neglected now, its purpose forgotten. But it was once an essential part of an economy that boosted this Cou...
Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn't leave Jane's house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reache...
The rings of Saturn took my breath away. They had been beautiful from the distance, the orbit of Titan lying far outside the rings' majesty, but up close I could see the finely striated caramel-cream rings of ice and dust in all their celestial glory. Salacia's trajectory through the system had it practically brushing the edge, and this last shuttle was raci...
Thanks for reading this far. From here on, you may start to notice traces of H. Beam Piper and Ursula K. LeGuin - those are intentional, by way of homage. Thanks again to Kaereni and Iriad, for continuing to provide me with constructive criticism. You may find some errors and omissions, but the next few chapters are much better than they would have been th...