Author's note: This is my first attempt at a BDSM tale. I intend for it to be lighthearted. Many thanks to my co-author, J Spe, for a thorough editing job. He catches my typos and plot holes. Carole99 ***** 48 Hours on the Swallow The Meeting "Thank you for your interest in our little adventure. My name is Gary Braden." He looked around the confere...
Author's forward – I receive a lot of criticism for the way I end some of my stories. I have lived a long enough life to know that at any given time life hits a fork in the road and it can go one way or another. These forks in the road can happen every few week, every few days, every few minutes or even every few seconds. I often leave my stories at one of...
Winter was just a total madhouse for everyone in our family. Both kids were signed up for nearly every extracurricular activity created by man. Muffy's practice had gotten so big, she'd taken on a young assistant, just out of grad school, and of course it took a lot of time to mentor her and work her into the job. My job was hectic as always, but there were...
"Eagle Glen Motor Inn, Cabin 12" the slender lady muttered to herself as she parked her car right in front. She still wasn't sure this was a great idea but she knew she just couldn't spend another Christmas at her sister's place. It's not that she didn't love Irene..and her husband Greg..and their daughter Penelope. "Penelope," Ronny whispered barely aloud...
The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recogniz...
Falling leaves. **** To those who dislike M/M, you are warned... For the two main characters in this story, whilst not exactly gay... are definitely Bisexual. **** Author's Notes: I who am known as Sexinati, a young scribe, have found a good patron in OrcDominion, and finding myself friends with said OrcDominion, do so solemnly swear to set forth m...
Frank Fletcher was pissed. His boss ordered him to drive from St. Louis to Cheyenne, Wyoming on one hour's notice, with no time to research flights. With no options, he set out with a change of clothes, a bag of toiletries and his laptop in the middle of the day with a Google directions to his destination. He swore at his asshole boss as he drove through Kan...
The cool wind drifted around Zindrafel as she strode into camp. There would be rain later if her nose was correct, and it usually was. She crossed the dusty ground, not caring who she kicked dust over, heading straight to the central camp fire. She had a young deer draped over her shoulder, testament to her hunting skills, hers and Wolf's anyway. The animal...
Chapter 16 Like Father Unlike Son Determined not to be like his father, Little Ralphie ended the cycle of bad behavior by using his father, the male stereotypical image that feminists want everyone to accept as the norm for all men and as an example of how not to act. He hated how his father belittled his mother, abuse that escalated whenever he had been dr...
I awoke to a chorus of songbirds. Sunrise was just getting started behind the ridge at the rear of the hotel. Regatta Bay was still shrouded in darkness; scattered clouds glowed pink and orange in the indigo sky; a sallow near-full moon was sinking in the west. I imbibed the clean, crisp, salty air. I love that lonely, tranquil time when the night's reign is...