"Don't worry about it," my father said. "I'll take care of everything. I'll get my staff on it. They'll contact everyone to let them know the wedding is off." "What are you talking about?" "I know what he did. I saw what just happened. You really can't afford to hesitate. People are expecting a wedding in under forty-eight hours." I needed time to assimil...
I have written fiction for twenty-five years: published three novels and a collection of short and novella-length stories, as well as have a desk-full of novels and short stories in progress. Below I have summarized the questions aspiring authors ask me and my answers to them. Hope this helps you write better stories. Plot: All well written stories follow...
LETTER VII At last, the day arrived when my beloved Louisa and I were to proceed to her father's house. We had purposely named to all our friends in Paris the day before that on which we were really expected at her home so that we might stay on the road and have one last night of uninterrupted indulgence in our passionate love of each other. We fixed upon...
LETTER VI I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her that she had apparently left the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly...
Chapter One I had watched the other students in my American Literature class file out of the classroom before walking up to Mrs. Tammy Billings' desk to await whatever she had asked me to stay after for. I could easily see the latest chapter of the romance novel I was writing sitting in front of her, and I naturally assumed that the coming discussion would...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A woman fantasizes about living in the romantic Victorian Era With Valentine's Day nearly over, having received the usual and expected Valentine's card, flowers, and candy, before being taken out to dinner, Susan planned to snuggle in bed with her book and a glass of wine hoping to get lost in a roma...
Bruce was walking towards the senate chamber when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. He stopped and said, "Hello." "This is Kathy, how are you?" Surprised, he asked, "Where are you?" "I'm in Mississippi. I didn't want to take the chance of calling you at home and didn't know your flight schedule. I knew I'd catch you now. My father had a...
For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past. His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many exp...
This was written sometime in either 2005 or 2006, and was my first attempt at writing anything that could pass as erotic fiction. I used to blog on an adult website as a way of letting go of some of the things I had kept inside for many years. I consider myself fortunate enough to have been in the company of some really excellent bloggers, and this was ded...
The first time I laid eyes upon June Andros, I knew she was something special. A six-foot-tall, beautifully curvy young Black woman striding through the crowded Place Cartier Mall in the City of Gatineau, Province of Quebec. You should have seen her, man. She looked really hot clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt featuring Bob Marley, Black leather pants and...