We sat in silence watching the sun paint the horizon with brilliant brushstrokes of purple, orange and rosy red; its hues reflecting in the waters of the bay outside the window. It was a silence bourne of contentment and a comfortableness in one another's presence that transcended the need for words. It was a gesture of respect for the glorious display outsi...
Part 26 Tommy and Mary Louise showed up at nine the next morning and Jennifer and I were actually dressed and ready for them, having spent a restful night in each other's arms after exhausting ourselves in the roof-top pool and relieving our tensions with a hot soak afterwards. Our lovemaking was intense, but not completely satisfying. Strenuous exercise se...
Principal Evans rubbed his hands anxiously as he put in the video from the previous day's security cameras. Actually, they were not all installed for security reasons. Evans had placed some cameras in locations such as the supply room, maintenance storage facilities, and various other areas around the campus of his private school. The reason for the extra ca...
Don Prescott sat at his desk at home staring pensively out of the window. It was very early on a Thursday morning, it was still dark out, and he was physically and emotionally drained after his return flight home. He again attempted to force his mind back to the events of the previous evening. He again attempted to make some sense of what he had witnessed....
It was only 9AM and already 94 degrees and climbing. Out on Route 60, just east of Phoenix, Arizona; Rosalita sighed as she looked out the window and watched the Armadillo she had been tracking over the past hour, finally keel over onto its side and go rigid. Its four tiny armored feet pointed straight into the sky, the claws curled up into tiny angry fists...
Even though Rosalind had put a white handkerchief in the window, the Duke did not show. She was restless, her shadow flickering up and down the room as she paced. The Chevalier knelt outside her door, watching her, unsure of what to do. He knew the reason for her lover's absence, a quarrel with his favorite Lignerol. It would relieve her, to at least know...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. The original story which was previously posted on Literotica has been revamped. The idea of intrigue, betrayal and a power struggle is the still the same. However, changing from a Roman setting to a FANTASY setting allowed me t...
Thank you to searchingforperfection and catbrown for their hard work in editing, and all of their suggestions. I appreciate all votes, feedback and comments, and I do read all the comments. This story is a sequel to The Doctor's Daughter. Both are set during the War of 1812. Since the death of Major General Brock in the fall of 1812, neither side has scored...
My fiftieth birthday, the big five-O, I was so determined to treat it like any other day, "It's just a number." I said to myself speaking out loud as I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a bath towel around me, tucked it into my cleavage and walked back to my bedroom across the short landing. Reality soon disillusioned me as I removed the towel from my naked...
Prologue: Just one more week my boy? She was preparing in the bathroom, he was getting himself dressed. It was going to be a good night he could just tell. She had been well tended to during the day and now they were going out for dinner at that fancy restaurant that She has wanted to go to for weeks. As She walked out of the bathroom dressed to kill his ey...