This is a chapter of a novel that I am currently writing. Any comments or your votes would be greatly appreciated. :) * I lay there motionless on the fresh white sheets on the bed. Arcadia's arm draped comfortably over my upper chest; his eyes closed as he breathes in the hours he had lost through dawn to night. I couldn't sleep, instead not concerned th...
The pitter-patter of her quick feet on the brittle leaves compose their own soundtrack, underscoring her desperate need to gain more and more distance. Enid's bare feet propel her swiftly betwixt the multitude of tall trees. The last colours of dusk will soon withdraw from the sky, the ground, the trees and the shrubs, and the immense rock wall that rests pu...
Her lustrous fiery tresses flowed halfway down her back, loose curls swirling seductively around her shoulders and catching on the fabric of her pretty floral cocktail dress. Of course I knew who she was -- it was hard to imagine there was anyone who wouldn't know -- but this was the first time I'd seen The Muse in the flesh. And it was Valentine's Day! I wa...
I had just finished my Christmas shopping and was walking through the car park that separated my estate when my life as I knew it completely changed... The car park I knew like the back of my hand. Every turn. The cars that were always there at this time. The darkness of the 4:20pm winter air covered me like a blanket. The car park was poorly lit. My phone...
Chapter 22 : Missionary Positions Author's preface: Again I ask if smoking and furs don't do it for you read no further. Likewise, if you find corruption of someone with religious faith especially through force, or threesome involving two men and a woman offensive, get outta here now! Or you may lose your soul.... Personally, I find them all thrilling il...
I quickly looked myself over in the mirror, I was six foot tall, 180 lbs, and lean like a runner. "Not bad for forty." I thought to myself, running my hand through my short hair. Once I was finished satisfying my vain desires. I stepped into the hotel's dining room. It was empty save one table, with a very young blonde hair girl. I doubt she was even twent...
Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren't his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes - everything about girls seemed better than boys. When he started s...
Dear Reader The events in the following story are loosely based on a real-life event that occurred in the 1990s. The names of the characters and institutions have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike. * The hot Honduran sun beat down on the excavation site while the group of diggers toiled. The group consisted of a dozen students from the...
You find an onsen (a Japanese hot spring) allowing people with tattoos. You notice it has lots of 5 star reviews - you don't read them, You can't even if you wanted to, most are in Japanese. Looks good enough and so you plan to go. It's a small place. Could probably only accommodate 100 or so people. It looks pretty quiet today. You pay your fee, get hand...
This is a work of fiction. It's my first story and it's the first part of a series. All characters are at least eighteen-years-old. Please tell me which part you liked and which you didn't. Thanks for reading. Thanks to oldnakeddad for editing. **************** My wife (Emma) and I had been married for a long time. We'd been thinking about how we could spi...