Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
Special thanks to blackrandi for the invitation to participate in "The Magical Mystery Tour," and allowing me to throw in two stories. I wrote one story for the invitational -- "Mausefalle," a historical posted in Romance. I was quite happy with that, but a country song, "Hell on Heels," left me with an itch to write this particular story. It wouldn't leave...
1272, England Making her way back towards the keep, Rowena skirted the length of the field she had just been foraging in. To her mind, this was the best time to be up and about. The beauty of the vibrant forest beyond, the clean, crisp air and dew-wet grass that made up her father's lands somehow made the day ahead seem easier to get through. It was such a...
CHAPTER 1 The bar clock was showing 7:00 and everyone from the office who weren't already a couple were pairing off, with a couple of exceptions. Jane McClay remained the power of one because no one ever paired off with her. She gritted, thinking any guy who wanted to couple could plunge into her in the cloakroom and she wouldn't even demand use of a condom...
Brian Welker couldn't help but smile as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Earlier in the day, he had been promoted to shift foreman at Harding Containers, effective immediately. The icing on the cake was working night shift for the foreseeable future. Most people hated night shift, but the timing was great for Brian. His son was a junior in high school. He...
The Indiana sky was a brilliant azure without a single cloud to mar the dome of heaven. Birds were singing in the boughs among the new leaves that were opening, and the crocuses, narcissus and daffodils were in bloom. It seemed that all of nature had joined in some baneful plot to mock my sorrow. I got in the backseat of my son's car, and we slowly pulled o...
Disclaimer: This novella contains scenes of non-consent, bdsm, bloodplay. It contains gothic themes such as vampires, demons vs angels, and violence. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, hit the back button on your browser now! Still here? Okay... Then enjoy the naughty bits of my imagination. -DannyGirl * Something was wrong... The demon, known as As...
Their paddles swung in perfect rhythm as the women stroked their canoe across the lake. The shore ahead presented a solid dense wall of green bushes backed by the spruce and pine forest of the vast northern Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Both women knew from their maps that somewhere probably directly ahead a marked portage awaited. Simple signs and a well-wor...
My name is Veronique Donovan and I am a tall, somewhat plump black woman in her forties. Now that I am a bit older, I find myself focusing on the simpler things in life. I've gone to college, had offspring and even done the marriage thing but now, I am quite alone and I must focus on satisfying my needs. For forty five years, I led the life that I thought wa...
This is in continuation of my story of Halala of my Virgin Cousin. The tale of my first sexual adventure, which I narrated to my wives and sisters-in-law on their insistence to know about my prior sexual life. Up to the age of eighteen, I had remained in perfect ignorance of all those sex related matters, which careful parents are always anxious to concea...