Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
A caravan moved steadily across the muddy, rain filled road. It was the late seventeen hundreds, The land scape of Europe looked much different then it does now. Most of the land was shrouded in woods. Dirt roads. which carried ox pulled wagons, horses, and caravans, filled the open areas. This particular caravan consisted of four horse drawn covered wagons...
Aldus – English; From the Old House Ava – Latin; Like a Bird Cyrus – Persian; Sun Dolan – Celtic/Gaelic; Dark Haired Naava – Hebrew; Pleasant, Beautiful Nero – Latin; Powerful Shaun – Celtic/Gaelic; God’s Gift Part 1 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Duscha. What is the Duscha?” she whispered. He looked on in amazement. It had happened. The final bridge to connect her eart...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * "Who's Mercy?" That simple sta...
Authors Note: I would like to thank everyone who has voted and sent me e-mail. I know I have no posted regularly to this story, but I think two stories so close will make up for it a bit. I will try to have the next chapter out as soon as possible. A HUGE thanks to my Editor, who made it possible for me to continue this story. Lady T * The sun was hot as...
Authors note: This storyline has very little sex in it so if you are looking for a stroke piece this won't be it. Thank you very much to Paul who has volunteered to edit for me as I attempt to finish off this series. Enjoy! ~Ellie * As the first light of day stained the night sky, thirteen men and women sat upon their bikes, their faces set in grim determ...
"This is a hair-brained idea!" Norm Palmer muttered to himself as he pulled his car to a stop outside the run down apartment building on the east side of town. On the ten minute drive over he'd almost turned the car around twice, but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Norm was a sixty-six year old former plumber. When he'd retired from...
I had been away on a last minute business trip for a few weeks. It was not a pleasant time, both due to work which went badly but more so because of what happened the day before I left. Gypsy had made a mistake of note. No, not a mistake. She had known what she was doing. She knew I had been mad, crazy angry when I left. I knew I was justified and was quite...
"P-please, Dee..." the older man, said, pleading with Dee, his eyes brimming with tears. Simone and Sheila stared at the tube around General Vidalia's quivering, horribly erect penis. "So he can't go pee-pee until you tell him he can, eh, Deirdre?" Simone asked, chuckling. "Well, Norb has a real authority problem, Simone" Dee said, her eyes sparkling....