Craig was an outstanding tennis player. When younger he had been almost, but not quite good enough to play at Wimbledon and be a pro. He had been the club champion at my club so many times he had stopped entering it to give others a chance. We had been paired together for a home counties 'junior and senior' tournament for people of our disparate ages; he jus...
Like bits of shredded paper struck to wet glass, the heavy snow continued to clog the wiper blades slowing the tiny electric motor to an unhealthy groan. The streaked windshield became impossible to see oncoming traffic, and both side-mirrors of the school bus were so caked, Jeff Morrison had to open the driver's side window every couple of minutes just to b...
Thanks again to my editors, MythOFreak and PrincessJezebel. Probably the best editors ever. This chapter is rather far out there and probably not what you were expecting but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. Have a groovy day! Janette awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the partially open balcony door. She felt disoriented at first... and sore. It...
The early morning light pouring in through the tavern room's open window brought Mikael slowly to a state of alertness. He had been sleeping deeply beforehand, a good night's rest almost guaranteed by his exertions the evening before. He opened his eyes and stretched, looking around the room. The flimsy curtain billowed in the morning breeze, its material gl...
I want to give you fair warning. The following is a short chapter, designed to transition Pam back on the island and firmly re-establish each characters attitude and intentions going forward. Not much sex here!...sorry. At the end, I will ask you as the reader for some feedback for a direction of the next chapter. I just haven't quite settled on how I want t...
Author's note: This follow on to 'Where is this Leading' that was recently published. It might be best to read that first, but this does stand alone as an erotic tale. I do not apologise for using the same opening in this as I did in that. I could hardly believe it. I had never been 'into older men' yet here I was just a year after my divorce in bed wi...
I opened a bottle of bubbly and Rosie found enough food for Emily to make some sandwiches. It was amazing where the time had gone. We quickly settled back into a fun mood as I showed them the photographs I had taken yesterday at the Park. We reminisced about the good times and even Rosie was heard to comment. 'I can't believe I wore that out in the park. Loo...
Author's note: This is set during Season 4 of The Walking Dead. ***** They clearly weren't the first to raid the country club or whatever the correct term for this place was. At least it had four walls, a roof and most importantly doors which they could barricade, meaning they would get the best nights sleep they'd had since the prison fell. That was sever...
Sara hunched over the keyboard, squinting first at it and then at the computer screen. Her red-framed glasses reflected the white light of the screen, hiding nervous hazel eyes. She knew what she was doing with the computer, what she was searching for, and she could read the Cyrillic fine, but her hands were shaking badly, and there was sheen of sweat on her...
Law watched his mother and wondered if his idea would bring her back to him. Her body was growing more frail and he knew she rarely fed on the stash that was kept in the cellars. He moved across the room, gently pressing into her thoughts, his powers growing stronger than hers each day she refused to feed. It took her longer than usual to feel him inside her...