They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
Torc and Natasha first met when they were eight years old. This was the first year of going to summer camp for both of them. Torc had been angling for his parents to let him go to "stay-away camp," as he called it, for the better part of a year. Natasha was going reluctantly; she didn't know what this was, or what to expect. By the end of the three weeks, sh...
This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the story of Rick, Elle, and Amber to the end. I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok – because I wrote it and I liked it. I'll admit the 1st 2 chapters are a bit clunky and don't flow as nice as I'd like, but that's ok – I felt the rust blo...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 82. A Dress Rehearsal It was bound to happen sooner or later, but with...
Chapter 1 Destiny Lysander awoke with a gasp. Her heart was racing. The bed sheets were soaked with sweat. Her cranky little air conditioner had done little to lower the stultifying heat and humidity of the early July Washington, D.C. morning. It was a dream, Destiny gasped with relief, only a dream. God, it was so real Destiny struggled to separate out t...
For the fifth time that night, her hands drifted to his cock and started to play with it. Wolfe grunted and rolled away from her. He wanted to sleep, and she was insatiable. But the moment he did so, his half asleep mind regretted it, as another pair of hands drifted to his cock and picked up where the others had left off. Groggily he sat up, managed to craw...
This one's a change for me. It's in a different category than my previous work. And it's currently a one-off short story. I see some potential in it for more—either elaboration or continuation—but I haven't decided yet whether I'll do either. I value your comments and feedback. Circumstances permitting, I'll respond to either—eventually....
April woke cold. She was shivering. She looked around, she was shivering because she was in a cold room, with one fluorescent strip light overheard, putting everything in stark black and white relief. She was dressed in just the camisole top she'd been wearing and her panties, and neither offered any warmth from the cold of the room. She was on a small bed,...
Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: DisenChanted I slipped out of the tent, leaving my brother and my husband to 'important' discussions with the new Teyrn. Honestly, the meeting had gone about as well as I could expect, and I was just happy we could hopefully work together as needed, even if we'd never have a familial relationship. I was trying really hard no...
"One thousand days." Jason sat hunched in front of a coffee table in the small living room of his apartment, staring sightlessly out his front window at the coming dawn as he chewed the last bite of cereal. He slowly stood and stretched before shuffling across the living room floor, past the reclining chair where she used to read, the closet where she'd kept...