Author's note & fair warning. Though all characters portrayed in the following story are purely fictional, (and well over the age of 18) let it be known that there is a bit of incestual intimacy between the mother and daughter during the course of this story. So if this isn't to your liking, I would urge you to move on to another story, and by-pass this on...
61. Moving Forward The Gulfstream jet rolled slowly down the runway, towards the hangar, that was its home. The women on board were tired and talked out. They had seen so many beautiful gowns, on their two-day shopping trip; they could not understand why it was not successful. However, for one reason or another, neither future bride had come away with a gow...
Hi Folks, this one is little bit different. This one was inspired by Chrissie Steele's song "King of Hearts." Those of you who checked my twitter page for the update kind of knew that and hopefully were able to listen to the song. I hope it put you in the mood so you can get a better feeling for the story. As with most of my stories, sex plays a very small p...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
Copyright of Dion Seth. Please do not sell, forward or pass on top any other persons. Prologue I pursed my pouty lips and swept my hair up to the side then used my hands to pull back the loose strands and hold it high. I tilted my head then turned it side to side as I looked at my reflection in the mirror from every angle. I sighed. I looked ordinary. I...
Author's Note: I am making fewer mistakes. Tim413413's life as an editor is getting easier. Of course, he may just be fixing the blatant errors without telling me. I prefer to think I am growing as a writer, so keep it to yourself Tim. And my thanks as always. ***** The Festival I was already tipsy. The rum was well disguised in a slurry of tropical juic...
Chapter 1 Dressed in black with a white collar and white-on-black nametag identifying her as Lucy, the slightly tentative waitress with a soft smile said goodbye and to call again, her eyelids fluttering. At that Ryan knew he only had to ask and she'd date him. Oh brother, act your age, the newcomer to the city mused. He'd welcome her company but that woul...
This story, my first effort, is affectionately dedicated to a very special lady from the South (USA), without whose inspiration it would not have been conceived. The story gets off to a very slow start. Readers who are purely interested in the 'sexy bits' should probably jump to Chapter 6. I hope, however, that there are a few people out there who like a lo...
Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smal...
I stood there in the doorway as she shifted papers from one end of her desk to another, opened a new folder, and then looked up something on her laptop. She tapped her head absentmindedly and then looked searchingly at the desk. "You're wearing them, Mrs. Cole." Reaching up, she touched her glasses and smiled awkwardly. "Thank you, Mr. Kirschbaum. Please s...