a dreamer Ariadne dreamt, and in her dream she lay on a bed of woody vines. All around her were strange flowers, those strange petaless things which were newly woven into her consciousness. They wound round her with the softest of affections, tickling her face. They were strange unknown things given by her lover, things which she hadn't truly known in...
Aakash Ganga All characters indulging in sexual activities in this story are above the age of 18. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people living or deceased is just coincidence. To all of you who have appreciated my earlier stories,I wish to express my sincere gratitude for your votes, comments and feedback. This story is written differently...
Prologue: Halloween Eve! Jack-o-lanterns grinned from their porches overlooking lawns filled with polystyrene grave stones and plastic skeletons. Paper bats fluttered from every window of the neighborhood determined to fly away with the rustling leaves. The wind was teething in preparation for its icy winter fangs, but on the night before Halloween, it cou...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. While this works fine as a standalone, it is a follow on to the story "Monster." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and for editing and beta reading, and to Ckcppr and No1specific for b...
Foreword by the fuckwit who wrote this piece: FUCK! I missed the deadline for the Earth Day competition. Arse! OK, bugger it, I might as well put this in Novels and Novellas for the 2 points in the survivor contest at least. *sigh*. Right, now that I've finished feeling sorry for myself here it is, a series of scenes that track the burgeoning sexual r...
I called her Cat. I don't know what her name was, and I never heard her speak or for that matter make a sound, not even when she burnt herself on the stove one day. She was probably in her mid thirties, blonde in a washed out kind of way and neither particularly pretty nor exceptionally ugly. In fact you wouldn't even have noticed her, quiet as she moved, if...
Copyright 2017 Alana Church == || < > || == ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~ == || < > || == Prologue September, 1916 "Hazel Martin! Come down here and help me make dinner for your father and brother and the farmhands!" "I can't, Mama," Hazel shouted cheerfully down the stairwell. "Someone is on the way up to the house. I hav...
What follows is our joint submission for the "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" challenge. Some of you who are older (ancient) may recognize that this submission was inspired by the classic Hollywood film "It Happened One Night." Which means that we changed the characters, swapped the sexes, seriously altered the plot, and wrote a whole new story, but we thoug...
"So are you as excited as I am? We get to do your gift tonight," Summer said, grinning at Aaron. "Yes, I do, and don't think I haven't given it a lot of thought," he smiled. "Thought? Obsession would be more like it," said John, sniggering at him. Aaron took a ring of calamari and plopped it into John's beer. "Hey, you fuck!" laughed John, plucking the...
"It's about time to get ready to go isn't it?" Tom asked. "For the last time, I don't want to go. You know I don't know anyone who will be there and I really don't want to spend the whole night trying to talk to people who I don't know. They're your friends, why don't you just go without me?" Julia whined. Tom sighed and turned to his wife. He said, "Honey...