Cuando el amor no es locura, no es amor "When love is not madness, it is not love." -Pedro Calderon de Barca Author's Note: What follows is a love story, something that's been rattling around in my head for a while now. Hopefully I've managed to do it justice. If you're looking for a quick fix (and you don't scare easily) I refer you to my 'Jack' series o...
Melinda slipped her fingers under Tanya's collar, holding the leash gently in her hand, guiding her over to her favorite chair, sitting down there and pulling her up into her lap, stroking her neck softly as she settled the girl there, whispering against her ear, "It was fun to torment you at work today, pet." Tanya looked around the room as she was guided...
'Sophie's 'Poke-Her' Game' Part four of the "Sophie" series By The Shadow Rising The sun shone through the window to Sophie and Josh's bedroom, glowing a bright orange in the Saturday afternoon light. It was going to be another hot day, judging by the warmth the sun was creating and that meant another hot night. Of course, it wasn't just the heat that wa...
I have lived in the village all my life, as have my parents. It is a nice place to live but sometimes it felt suffocating, everybody knows everybody’s business and rarely new people came here. This is why I can remember the exact date when I first saw her 28th August 99. I was walking to the local shop when I saw a removal van outside Old Mrs Thomas’s cotta...
We were sitting around the basement of our house; Rob and Jim were shooting pool and I was looking at the local "alternative" free newspaper. I was looking through the classified ads in the back, which the paper was well known for since they were mostly adult oriented. It had been a while since I'd fucked anyone new and different so I was considering the ads...
They'd been flirting for a while now, and as he was the last patient of the day, she didn't have to worry about Dr. Rosenthal coming out and catching them, so she simply enjoyed the moment. He was everything she liked, smart, funny, athletic, in his late twenties, and judging from the way he dressed, pretty well off, to boot. Which is why his appointment mad...
He had been gone so often. He was gone again. Was it her birthday, was it their anniversary? It seemed like it happened so often that it did not matter. His country needed him again and he had no choice but to go. He had been gone for so long it already but there were hints he would be home again very soon. Very soon her lonely nights would be over again but...
Lying in the trunk of the car, Cheetah had the usual butterflies in her stomach before a match, but she was confident. She ran her hands over her nude body. The muscles were firm and taut. At 28 years old, She had never been in this good of shape in her life. She felt confident in her training also. The one thing that did give her reason for concern was th...
Calleslyn's trepidation increased as she turned the corner into the street where Messandra lived. All morning, she had been telling herself that nothing would have happened. The undead assault had been focussed on the temples, and, to a lesser extent, on the Rotunda and the city's main markets. Surely Messandra lived far enough away to have been safe? But w...
Chapter 4: Exodus The weeks turned into months and from Passion still not a word. Love was with her, she was with love. He smothered her with attention and admonitions of his love. He anticipated and catered to her every whim. She enjoyed being with Love, enjoyed that now they could laugh, joke around, hug each other, and be there for each other in a way th...