I'm frozen. Not cold, but immobile. I can hear the sounds of morning downstairs. Children clatter in the kitchen and a television shouts cartoons into an empty lounge room. Something akin to fear grips me and holds me pinned to the warm bed. I can't even speak to call out to Lisa who I can hear singing in the ensuite shower. My breath comes in ragged shallow...
This story is an attempt, possibly ill-advised, to mix erotica and mystery. It takes a while to become, hopefully, erotic and is rather long. I hope readers enjoy it. Unless the comments are negative, there will be a subsequent installment to conclude the story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously...
Quick note from the author; this is a short story in which all of the following characters are 18 years of age or older, this is a story of fiction, and please take the extra second to rate after reading. Thank you and enjoy! ***** Simon was an 18 year old kid who was 'big' on exhibitionism. He was well endowed and he knew it. Quite frankly, he wanted othe...
---------------- This story has a very slow start. But, I believe that, once you make it to Parts 2, 3, and 4, you will find that it begins to gain sufficient speed. So, please hang in there ... Flavian ---------------- Chapter 1 Well; I had finally seen it. My grandfather's headstone was no different from any of the others--marble, simple, neatly align...
The medics allowed Stephen to ride in the back of the ambulance. They put an oxygen mask on Reesa and started her with an IV. They also put a patch on her shoulder blade to help with the pain. She was breathing heavily but it was apparent that with each breath there was pain, he could see it in her eyes. Slowly she began to calm down as they neared the Georg...
'You tell me why this sculpture is worth $750,000.' 'Friedrich, darling, I have one word for you: Mirren.' That did it; for him there was no turning back. He chuckled deeply, his handsome brow furrowed earnestly. 'Why do you taunt me. You know that was a true lapse in my judgement, yet you never let me forget.' 'Of course you know the exact painting you...
WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Once again, a special thanks to 'Sweet Thang' for her editorial assistance. * * * * * Cindy and I have been happily married for almost fifteen years. O...
#3: Cat at the Cradle Author's note: A huge "Thank You" to bikoubumori, for slicing through the tangle of errors I made, leaving a much better story behind. There's only adults in this story, and no artificial intelligences have been harmed. And also please note that this story contains a little bit of m/m play, which may or may not turn you off, dependin...
(Thanks to Frontma for the editing. If a mistake was made it was done by me in transition) (*In passion we see with our hearts not with our eyes*) My name is Julian Winters and for most of my life I've been an egotistical jerk. I've had reason to be; I have dark good looks that speak of Spanish or maybe Italian descent, with thick black hair and a strong p...
The first time I saw her was out in the parking lot of our office building. The smooth, bare calves that ended in plain black pumps were what caught my eye. I remember just sitting behind the wheel and watching those legs as she strode towards the building, so business like in her smart navy suit. As I recall, a sharp gust of wind had caught her red hair, mo...