As I begin this account, let me say that it is all written in English even though many of the events transpired in French, the true language of love. A good friend of mine, Amy, runs a series of language immersion programs for college age students and adults. Some of the programs are tours abroad. Others are at a camp in the mountains that Amy leases durin...
Sandra loved to dance. Unfortunately her husband had been born with two left feet and absolutely no sense of rhythm, so for the twenty years of her marriage she had had to content herself with dancing with her children around the living room. She had tried line dancing and even country dancing at the local village hall, but energetic as that was, there was s...
Terri was as helpless and vulnerable as she was naked and beautiful. Her raven hair hung down over her eyes, hiding the fear and masking her excitement. She was a feast to my eyes. I caressed her skin with a gentle hand, savoring the moment with heightened expectation. She quivered with anticipation in my delay. Terri was exquisite to look at. Her naked body...
It has been three months since he left. Everything seems so empty without him. My bath time seems to be the best remedy for however I feel that day. Lonely days lead to contemplations and remembering happy memories while I lay in the tub. Tears of frustration fall when I do not hear from him or when I run into a challenge that he usually resolves. Sensual mo...
I enter the castle moving quietly into the great hall you are sitting in your favorite chair watching the dance of the flames sipping ale. The firelight flickers over the rugged good looks of my Master, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes devouring your ruggedly handsome features and the strength in them. Hearing the whisper of my steps across the cold s...
This story is a new venture for me, far less graphic and explicit, and much more about emotion and an off-beat romance. There is still a bit of fetish in there because that's my thing, but I wanted to try and get across an empowering sexuality borne out of an unconventional equality. Hope it works, let me know your thoughts? ***** A Passion for Triathlon...
AUTHOR's NOTE: I wrote Pleasant Street before I wrote the Passion In James County series. As you read this story, and Return To Pleasant Street which I'll post later, you'll probably find some sections of stories I "borrowed" for my later work. I hope this doesn't detract from your enjoyment of this one. Chapter one THE BEAUTY SHOP A young woman named Jod...
He held her in his arms, his breathing returning to normal. She could hear his heartbeat slow as she lay with her head on his chest. "Did I hurt you?" he asked. "Why on Earth would you think you hurt me?" she replied. "My ex-wife always told me I was too rough. I try to be gentle." "No, you didn't hurt me." He squeezed her shoulders. "Good. She always...
I believe every woman should take the time to make her man feel like he is the man of her dreams, her fantasies, her hero. Preparing herself with loving attention and care in anticipation of the devotion she hopes he will shower upon her will only serve to enhance a wonderful enchanted evening. This story is dedicated to every young man who desires to awake...
Twenty years was a long time not to meet but as I knock on the hotel room door I can almost taste the evening ahead. For a brief second I consider the madness we both contemplate but it's quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the hunger for you. The door opens, as if by unseen hands, and I'm ushered into the darkened room by your voice beckoning. I close...