Irene did tell Benjamin what had happened between us; that much I do know. Exactly what she told him or how he received the news was to remain a mystery, for she never told me (or Elizabeth that I know of) anything of it all. I knew well enough not to look either of them up in the ensuing days, and so all the angst and mystery of the day after were still ver...
Lora shivered in pleasure as she rolled through the pools of sunlight and shade. It was still early morning, and she had left when she had just to get as much time here as she could. Her father had left her the old cottage when he had passed away the year before and she hadn't had any time to actually come out since. She had had so much to take care of for h...
Happy holidays to all. This story is my seasonal gift to the many fans of S.T.A.L.K. and those of Clive & Nova in particular. It is the third in a series and continues the relationships and situations introduced in AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN PRAGUE and AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN LOS ANGELES. To fully appreciate the nuances of NEW ORLEANS readers may want to check ou...
Chapter 1: Steve Writing My eyes were drawn to her. As soon as she entered the lounge, my eyes were drawn to her. The people sitting around me eating bagels, muffins, or happy meals, the crackling announcements of flights to other places, and the gray vinyl seats and stained blue carpets-they faded away. My eyes were drawn to her. She was blond, but whethe...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
Writers Note This is the eighth chapter in my story about a very special girl whom I loved and then lost. But the story isn't over by any stretch. This is a long chapter, but it covers a long period of time, starting in July of 1982 and ending up in 1998 with most of the story dealing with one night back in 1996. I do appreciate the comments. T Two wee...
This story has been more difficult -- and exciting -- to write than any other story I have ever written. That is because most of it is true. Naturally, some details and events have been changed to protect the people involved. But I hope you enjoy it. And Grant? Thank you -- for everything. *** I don't like airports. I guess most people associate them...
A couple weeks ago I read an article about a group of students at the University of Sydney' s veterinary school who do an annual nude calendar to raise money for good animal-related causes. Naturally, I then did some research; turns out students do the same thing in Scotland, Liverpool, and other places, and that there's a subreddit just for these kinds of p...
"Can we come in?" I asked. "Yes!" Katrina exclaimed in a sharp breath. Keith and I entered the tent and sat on either side of them and watched while Michelle brought Katrina to a huge orgasm. When she was finished, Michelle looked up. "Well hi Keith," Michelle said seeming to be pleased. "Hi Michelle, hi Katrina," Keith said. "I was beginning to think y...
Monday evening, September 25, 2028 I drove home from the airport with one hand on the steering wheel. Addie had a death grip on my right hand with both of hers. I didn't complain. I couldn't stop glancing over at my wife, just thankful that she was home. To put it bluntly, God, I was relieved! After we got home, Addie read a couple of stories to Katie and...