The Great War emptied Arnor's Dale of most save the young and the aged. Lord Keflavik marched away under his red banner taking with him those who could wield a bow, bill, or sword. The red lord came not again to the high country, falling as he did, in some nameless skirmish, his troop scattered and broken. The Dale, though, remained in relative quiet. Many o...
This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The middle section of this story is basically reminiscing about reminiscing and I hope it doesn't become too convoluted. I appreciate any feedback! * My first job out of college was working at an AM radio station. I worked what they call t...
This is just a light-hearted bit of amusing smut I wrote for fun, not to be taken seriously! First attempt at writing something original rather than fanfic. I used to work in a hospital so have a vested interest in all-things medical. I must point out that nothing in this fic is based on hospital folks I worked with in real life! Disclaimer: This is a work...
I came walking out of the store carrying a paper sack full of toys and some odds and ends I was hoping my granddaughters would like. They had both carefully written down a long list of all the things they wanted, although some of it I didn't have a clue what the hell they even were. Kids nowadays, what is up with them? Black lipstick, black nail polish, re...
T/they settle snuggly together on the couch unwinding after a long late summer day. Soft jazz drifting on the air as dusk turning to dark settles into the room. The temperature finally cooling as the fan above them softly brushes a soft breeze over them. She sits in His lap, His arms loose around her. One arm lies softly around her back, stroking the soft sk...
Chapter One Despite the Luxury afforded by Michael's Audi, the ride back to her home at Raby Bay promised to be a long one. New leather upholstery had an enticing scent, the kind of scent that usually set Kate at ease, yet tonight air was heavy with reflection. She fidgeted uncomfortably, within the plush surrounds, as though she were constrained or crowded...
Paul Peters. It was a hell of a name for kid growing up. He'd been teased unmercifully because of it. "P.P." followed by jeers, laughter and a lot of finger pointing. Not to mention bullies who shoved him into school lockers or knocked his books out of his hands. He'd fought back of course, several times, but all the good it did him was to land him in detent...
Though the village had its share of gossips no one in the pub worried when Lisa, the 25yr old shy housewife joined the business-suited fifty-year-old man in a cosy corner. She was being friendly and anyway they knew her husband Colin would be along shortly. Often Lisa would arrive first to enjoy a quiet drink knowing the little inn would be full of people sh...
(No BDSM yet but be patient. Things will develop.) * Josie lounged at a small round table in a corner of the bar with a beer and shot. Her attitude didn't invite company yet after a few drinks the arrogant or stupid would inevitably make a try. Dressed in tight jeans and t-shirt her slim figure was attraction enough. The long black silken hair framed an...
Suddenly, the owner of the club appeared on the scene, but taking care as was his usual practice when arriving on the scene of a "private", to stamp noisily, before entering the downstairs room. This afforded the man, whose fingers, up to this point, had been probing rudely deep inside of me, to remove these fingers, and replace his now, wet hand between his...