Marc gave an enthusiastic groan as his face was smothered by Josie's cheeks and his vision was filled with her tight, puckered asshole. He was all set to begin devouring it when her weight shifted unexpectedly. She lifted one leg, then the other, and lay them out flat on top of him. Suddenly he had her whole body bearing down on him, with only her arms sprea...
A word about the series, unrequited love had always been one my favorite subjects. I guess that is because it appeals to both the romantic and compassionate parts of my personality. I really hate the idea of two people would suffer needlessly with happiness and fulfillment so close to them. The plot of each story attempts to place the central characters in...
February 1 (4 AM) I spent most of the night trying to figure things out. Why was I, on the one hand justifiably jealous of what was developing between my wife and her powerful black lover, and on the other hand so incredibly excited by How had Sean become so important to her in the short space of a few weeks? I mixed a Jack and Coke, and another, then spe...
Andre West fidgeted in his car seat. "OK," he whispered into his watch, like it was a spy gadget from a James Bond movie, "the time is 17:30 hours and I've been surveilling the unknown address for two hours with no sign of any movement other than the mailman leaving a package." Did it matter that he didn't have a smart watch recording him, that his watch was...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I hope some of you enjoy this and I am working on another piece with a current working title, "A Yankee in the Bronx." But it will be awhile before I publish. Thanks!) * "I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block wal...
Chapter 12 - The High Priestess and the Sword Dance The city of Athkatla was one of the largest cities on the Sword Coast. Referred to as the City of Coin, Athkatla is dedicated to the goddess Waukeen, the goddess of wealth and trade both fair and illicit. As Christie made her way the Temple District she saw that Samera had been right, in the city you coul...
Authors note: The narrative of the story jumps around in the lifetime (and after) of a dead woman. Her thoughts are not linear, and please do not expect them to be. *** It's a terrible thing in almost every culture and religion, to sell your soul. The consequences of which surely condemn you to hell, or at the very least purgatory. Say you sign a contr...
I wish to thank my evil twin vella for taking the time to edit for me. This is my first try at Romance, be gentle with me. * It was another rainy day, the third one in a row to be exact. I decided to brave the downpour and go to the little coffee shop next door for my daily dose of courage. On my way back to the gallery a young man who decided to do an i...
Chapter 5 -- Pop Quiz I woke up to the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. Still hallway asleep, I ignored it and buried my face into the covers. More knocks on the door followed. "Miss McConnell?" A voice asked. Disoriented, I groaned, and turned my head toward the voice. I squinted from the sunlight that was pouring through the windows. I was still ly...
The next morning Mr King seemed more aloof than ever. He hardly spoke at all and said nothing to me, about his offer of the previous day. I assumed he had changed his mind and felt foolish that I had even considered it. However, during lunch he sat down across the table from me. "So, Julian," he said patting my hand repeatedly. "Have you given any thought t...