It's a different train platform, a different day, a different city, and even a different country. It's slicker and more antiseptic than Hamburg was, but still is definitely Gallic. The hum of conversation sounds different, the smells are different, and the feeling is different. Liz certainly feels different than she did--somewhat undone and definitely tired...
I never imagined finding my one true love at a sex shop. It was a Friday night, past midnight. The shop wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. I saw several men and women there. Some men were meekly looking around at the movie section. Some women were laughing at the sex toys. The clerk was having a good time showing a bachelorette and her best friend so...
Sometimes when I'm reading other writers stories something in them will set my little grey cells on a journey of their own. This tale of misadventure came into my mind after reading HDK's "Hey Jude" some time ago. Eventually I got around to typing it into the computer. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and...
Just want to thank Toger65 for editing this for me. It was good to get a second set of eyes on the story and to address my many formatting issues. I hope you enjoy the story. I have no intentions at this point of continuing it, preferring to leave it open ended, but who knows what the future will bring. The door opens almost as soon as he presses the do...
Amy is such a brat. Pure and simple. No actually, I take that back to an extent. (Sorry Sir). Why, you ask? Well, because, as was pounded into my poor, sore bottom with CB (Cracker Barrel Paddle), I am responsible for me. Never mind that she deliberately tells fibs and gets people in trouble. Never mind that she kept IM'ing me when she knew I had a paper...
Author's note: I had been intending to get this written much faster. Call it life hitting me about the head with a rubber dildo. This follows immediately from episode one, the imaginatively titled "Hunters, Ch 01", and will make no sense at all unless you read that first. The sex in this one is less, and it is more about story and background. Call it del...
It was for Crystal one of the most daring things she'd ever considered doing in her entire life. Her very best friend and confidant, a tall almost too skinny woman named Lacy, had convinced her to attend a masquerade party. It wasn't the party so much that she was worried about, though she was anyway. But she knew that Lacy was considerably more liberal and...
Alice was late for her job interview. Her alarm clock hadn't gone off, and here she was, in an elevator dragging a comb through her tangled brown hair. She hadn't even had time to shower, so grabbed a small bottle of perfume from her purse and unbuttoned her blouse. She gave herself a couple of quick sprays to freshen up, realising it might have been a good...
Try as hard as I might, I couldn't remember much about the night after we started to do shots. Of course, the hangover that was pounding in my head like a bass drum from some bad techno song turned up to full volume didn't help much. Just then, the door opened and Rosa walked into the room wearing my Snoopy shirt. Because of her slightly smaller size then m...
CHAPTER 1 The rising sun sat just above the Wilmot Hills as Jeff Cash drove up to the gates of Mayfair Marina and sat dozing for an hour before the gatekeeper arrived just on 7:00 to begin his day. Yawning and scratching an ear, the security guy with egg yolk spill on his khaki jacket looked at the windscreen of Jeff's vehicle and said, "You've got no pass...