Note ( The people and places in the story are real . The initial meeting with Robert, Vee and Sam really happened at the art exhibit, but the tryst is fantasy. It was just a canvas to try to paint Vee. Sam really does not want to hand over his wife to anybody, but if she ever went there he's going with her. PS: This is the first story I've ever tried to wr...
Chapter 51: A Tranquil Takeover I changed seats and let her drive back to Sydney. She had put the hood down and with her funny little hat looked the perfect rich young society lady. We arrived home before Maureen and Jenny immediately put everything away. She left, got flowers and fresh food, and I looked after the music. Then we waited. Suddenly I felt Ma...
Part 1 -- Roses Are Red *Note -- this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 10 They say the night before her execution, Catherine Howard stayed up all night in the Tower, rehearsing how to look ladylike when she knelt, and laid her head on the block. Divorced, beheaded, and died. Di...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...
Emma was quiet the rest of the drive into town but perked up as we exited the expressway and started driving through the city. The rain had let up and as we neared my neighborhood things started feeling more urban—the buildings, the lights and neons and action in the streets—and pretty soon she was sitting up and looking around. I wasn't exactly angry with h...
This is my entry to the April Fools' 2018 contest. Thank you for reading and voting, and special thanks to SecondSamuel and SexyGeek for editing, encouragement and reading my smut. *All characters are 18 or older. *** When I first met Whitney Everett, I was smitten with her effortless, winsome ways. It was as if her loveliness and grace wove a glamor arou...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something-five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with mu...
I heard a knock on my office window. By late fall night comes early and outside it was pitch black. I could hear young voices laughing and, putting my hands up next to the glass to reduce the glare, I could recognize teenagers in their cross-country outfits. It was my son, James, and some other runners from his High School. "Dad, can you let us in, we want...
Wolfe lit the candles to the chapel altar and sat back in reflection. This was his task for the next week while he meditated on his failings. To Wolfe it wasn't much different from being thrown in the hole back home – alone to think about your actions, no one to talk to, nothing else to do but sit and think. He smoothed the folds of his robe and adjusted the...
Lexi didn't seem to be ready to forgive me for that session of lovemaking where I'd tried to dominate her. She came over the next day in the bright and melting snow and was civil enough but cool, and it was quite frankly painful. She knew it was painful too, and even apologized for the way she was acting but claimed she couldn't help it. The way she felt was...