We all love to show off that which we are most proud of. When a kid gets a new toy, he wants to show it to all his friends and say "Look what I got." When we take pride in what we have, it is normal to want to share, and let others envy you. It just sort of makes you feel rich to look someone in the eye and say "This belongs to me, and I'm the luckiest perso...
Chapter 21 - A First Date. Epilog: Months Later Samantha let herself into the girls' apartment with the key they'd given her about two o'clock on Sunday afternoon. She was wearing her casual shorts and top, along with the expensive-looking sequined sandals the others had 'approved' during the dress and 'date' tutorial and critique with her Saturday morning...
The three friends laughed heartily at the story one of them was telling. They were all on lunch break and sitting at a picnic table at a local park near their job. "Girl, that boy got so mumble-mouthed when I showed him those pics..." Cassie said. She was telling the story and she was 27 years old. She was telling the other two women, 32-year-old Kayla Simm...
Where does real-life end... and erotic fantasy begin...? Cynthia is about to find out 'WHAT A DAY FOR A DAYDREAM...' It's always there. It's always been there. The background murmur of other minds. His gift. His curse. But now it comes in waves of total sensuality. She's out there, somewhere. She's approaching the 'Big Four-Oh'. And she has such dreams. So...
I've deliberately chosen not to use names in this story as I think it makes it easier for the reader to put themselves into the story, be the character. I may be wrong, but that's why there are no names. Also, the story ignores safe-sex practice for the sake of the narrative, that's fantasy for you! * * * * * As he entered the bookshop he noticed her, sta...
I'd like to tell you a tale of what happened one day on my day off. You see, I run a dungeon in Seattle in a beautiful Victorian house. I chose such a house because it looks like any other house from the era but if you knew what was in said house, it looked daunting enough on the outside to make your heart skip a beat as you walked up the stone path to the f...
Jeff Dawson never figured out why his wife of two years went "postal;" actually it was more like "bank berserk" but that term was coined just to describe her activities, so when it started happening the only name he could come up with was "postal." From Jeff's perspective - maybe one a neutral observer might find flawed - he thought he had a decent marriage....
This story is actually the prequel to a story I wrote two years ago, "Sarah Liebowitz' Blog". In that earlier story, the Rev. Darren Brown provided some hints about his former employment. I hope you enjoy discovering the details as much as I did filling them in. * Janelle, the Fifth African Baptist Church of Savannah Georgia's receptionist, waved ta-ta to...
Chapter 1 This may have been a catastrophically unwise decision. If so, it will dramatically affect the rest of my life, which, in all likelihood, will not exceed sixty seconds. Frank Ryan had his arm extended pointing the barrel of a gun at me. He wasn't ready to shoot me yet. "Go on. Take the gun and shoot Mickey." I twirled a finger. "You know, custom...
I'm back and I've brought with me Book 2 of The Runesmith Chronicles: Searching for the Sky! Please forgive the long Foreword but there are a couple of things I want to let you all know before you jump back into Kal's adventures. As you will see, the sexy times will still play a pretty big role in the story. However, I want to focus more on the story itsel...