*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor; no, I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, there's too many people to keep track of, it's too long, it's too short, it's in the wrong category, it's stupid shit and yes, I am a horrible writer. For those...
--A page from Syndra's Memoirs There was this one summer, a long time ago, when I remember being truly and completely sexually fulfilled. I will always remember my summer as Miss Content. Rod, my boss at that time, was a really sweet man, kind of a dork, but sweet nonetheless. When I came to work one day with bruises all over my neck, arms and legs, he pu...
Charly sighed and leaned against the bar, waiting for the cook to throw up the last platter of wings of the night, shifting on her tired paws with a flick of her ears. Her amber eyes flicked to the clock as the cook thrust the red tray across the warming station, and he hit the bell with a forceful ding. "Order up!" He bellowed, looking right at her. "Real...
The next day, I walked the beach. No Pete. The day after that, too, and no Pete. I figured that the discussion hadn't gone well. Now, it was Saturday and a day that I don't go near the beach because it is too crowded. I have my own secret places where the dog and I can walk unmolested and still have surf, sand, palms and mangroves. And the occasional eyeball...
I felt like I was walking on a cloud weeks after Beltane. Somehow, I just felt suffused with a joy and zeal for life that I just didn't ever truly feel... and it was noticeable. My daughter seemed more inclined to ask after me than she ever had before... it had not ever occurred to me how often the family saw me as emotionally closed off, trying to understa...
A big thanks to macktosh for edits and suggestions. ***** The sea was calmer today. The waves subsided just before turning into white capped hills of crystal blue water. Last night had been rough for everyone aboard, and the crew of eight had traveled far beyond the known horizons. "What should I tell them today?" Arvid thought to himself as he tried to f...
First Tuesday Sam studied herself once more in the mirror. Captain Ron had decreed that she shouldn't traipse through the guest spaces in her overalls. Glamour and etiquette; heels, bikini, hair, and makeup. A presentation at his cabin door that would fire him up quickly, something that would shorten the foreplay. She hoped the sensuous details reflected...
Three in a Tent Made for Two: When she's dumped, three hot guys save the day. * They were concentrating on their badminton game now, and had stopped glancing across at me. The lake glinted in the sun. The hills were a dove grey. Campers dozed or chatted outside the tents lining the field. Outside our A-frame tent, we sat in canvas chairs, my boyfriend T...
Note: This story is the only thing I've written (besides book reports and term papers) so I really appreciate all the good-natured comments and suggestions. The sexy-times won't be coming until Chapter 7, so thank you to those who are hanging in there! And to those who don't, I don't blame y'all. I promise my next story will be better, theoretically. Chapt...
**Hello again! I had enough reader response asking for a sequel that I thought I'd give it a go. I tried to take all the critiques I got to heart. Again, please vote and thanks for reading, Hope you enjoy it! ** Noel stood nervously amongst the tall pines. The air was cool and breezy in the twilight hours of late summer. The wind was taking on the crisp sce...