My thanks and appreciation to my very skilled editor, Erik Thread, who has patiently worked with me to make this story cohesive and readable. Any errors are mine. Nina Novak was the older of two sisters, brought up in a modest home in the Bronx. Her mother, Ursola, and father, Janos, were the children of refugees from the 1956 Hungarian uprising. Their p...
The silence between them was strained even with the guitar and drums calling to them from the radio. Gauge kept his eyes on the road, except every so often they would wonder her way. He knew she was nervous, where Alexa was fidgety under strain Janabelle was freakishly calm and still. Instead of flying off the handle she would sit and think, un-nerving the f...
Well, to bring you up to date on my wife Kate and I. You should be aware that we have been living apart now for about three months. I have been forced to change schools, and Kate decided to remain in our old town for now. We see each other on weekends, for a little bit. We just have a dinner or something, and we haven't had sex of any type since the night sh...
I have been very busy lately trying to keep with satisfying my eager step-sons and their constant sexual needs. Tom prefers to ass fuck me when we are alone and enjoys abusing me at these times, slapping me hard, forcing my face into his cock, calling me derogatory names and pissing in my face. When with Denise he treats me better and likes fucking our twats...
Chapter One: Patient Zero Infected: 0 Healthy: 7,186,238,691 Day: 0 Celia Corbin was a thief. She didn't like to mince words, and she definitely hated artifice in all of its forms, and she really hated flowery titles and overdone corporatotalk. Her first boss might have called her a 'retrieval specialist,' which was the exact sort of thing that made he...
DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (two of them, which are not the focus of the story). As far as heat level, this story is quite tame, and if you are look for page after page of screaming sex, you might want to look elsewhere. If you want a STORY, p...
When I saw Kristen working at the dinner, I knew that was it for me. She was 5'7", has a natural tan, which she gets from her Indian Heritage, green eyes and long light brown hair. She has that sexy, fuck me hard look in her eyes, which she just hasn't found the right guy to help her with that. Kristen is due home in a couple of hours and I still have no id...
I fought back tears when I saw the spots of blood that heralded the onset of my period. Despite the increased use of fertility drugs, I was not going to be a mother this month. I crawled back into bed with my husband Todd, waking him to cuddle with him. Sunlight shone through the blinds. "What time is it?" he asked with a start. I sniffled in response. "Wh...
2. Reading between the lines. After their dinner had been finished and cleaned up, Faline curled up in the window-seat overlooking the lane while Sophie worked on her knitting. Because there was nothing that needed to be said, both enjoyed the silence. While the wood in the fireplace crackled, Faline turned her beloved book over in her hands several times...
Thanks for your comments! I kept going, trying to incorporate some of your suggestions. I'm still open for much more. Let me know what you think, the bad and the good. I have an idea of where I am taking them though I am always up to hear what you think. Thanks for the support! Ch. 2 He felt her heart slow and stop. The blood that had been flowing into him...