Chapter Three: Uncle Pete and the Parisian Whore The next several days were busy for Edward, but he found he enjoyed the direction in scope and purpose that thieving on behalf of another provided. Lady Trey had given him three hundred pounds in "operating capital", as she had put it, to finance his expedition to Paris, and he had pilfered another three hund...
A WEEK IN THE EAST Cliff was in the home office planning the annual sales meeting with Vaughn and the support staff managers Ed and Mike. The meeting was to be held in two weeks and they were putting the final agenda together. It had been blockbuster year in sales the best the company had ever had. They did not know it but there was more good news on the wa...
Although they had been sharing the same bed in the second largest suite of the inner keep for nearly two weeks, Rowan and Gwenda had had almost no private time to themselves. At night they would hold each other, mentally and physically exhausted, naked in bed, but their few pitiful attempts at foreplay had come mostly to naught. Tonight, they agreed, things...
Mount Baker, National Park, August 25th 1:02pm Scully signalled with one shaky hand for Mulder to back off, she was hunched over by the water's edge vomiting up the contents of her stomach. Mulder took a step back, his gun still clutched in one hand, he could hear Mears talking to Haskell a little way off, mumbled words from him weeping from her, Mulder's o...
Author's note: Happy to be back with this story. Your response has been very encouraging. I wish I could post here more often than I do, but life and work do take their toll. All the characters involved are over the age of 18 the elves even more so. Considering this is the fourth part you should know what to expect in this story. If that stuff offends you wh...
Author's Note: I have lost my editor, She disappeared on me. So, until I get someone new to look over my craptastic versions of things ( I call them that because, let's face it I am doing revisions on stuff now and I had an editor....) I have not forgotten any of my stories. I had no internet for a while, so a lot of these edits have been written off line, a...
I took a long pull on my tankard and set it back on the rough hewn table. We were sat in the corner of a busy tavern, a roaring fire casting long shadows amongst the hard drinking patrons. "So you want me to steal the Stone of Seduction?" The robed and hooded figure opposite me nodded, "Yes Esmeralda. That Stone is too dangerous to be left in the hands of...
There were many perks to being a mage. For instance, whenever Tor Moraine and his troops had to set up camp, Tor used an enchanted tent that set itself up or tore itself down when he spoke the appropriate command words. Meanwhile, his men had tents of the boring, non-magical variety, which required old-fashioned elbow grease to be built. Sure, Tor could ha...
The candles on Lauren's dining room table were lit. She had rice and broccoli on two separate plates, an open space left for the salmon that had a few more minutes to cook. She checked it once more before closing the oven and running to her bedroom in just her stockings, garter belt and mesh black panties with red lace trim designed to look like roses. Her l...
I couldn't help but think that Scarlett looked helpless and fetching as she was surrounded by uniformed security guards. She squirmed and got a distressed look on her face. Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back. Being bound in this fashion meant that her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts were thrust forward. It made her look more vulnera...