I would just like to firstly thank Smidgeon for editing my story and giving many great suggestions for my future stories. * I can't believe it. I am finally on a plane on my way to go see her. I think before I really start the story I should introduce who she is and how we met. My name is Scott and the amazing woman that I am on my way to go see is Jen....
The first chapter may seem like it doesn't belong, but it may tie in for later stories. I have not quite decided that yet. The erotica comes late in the story. All mistakes and errors are mine and mine alone, sorry you will have to deal with that. It is what it is amateur writing for my enjoyment and maybe yours. Hope you enjoy. * Valentines Day was ju...
"What is wrong with me?" Melissa Fortney had asked herself the same question everyday for the last several weeks. By all objective standards, she should have been enjoying life: great job, two beautiful kids, a nice home, and a terrific loving husband. She had everything, everything but happiness. The problem was she didn't know what was needed to satisfy he...
Authors Note: Angela is a real woman. This is a continuation of her fantasy, to be a whore. The tattoo WILL become reality. This story was inspired by klitorisring, who wants to see her inked. *** Angela and James had been to several tattoo shops in the area. Every one had their section on Queen of Spades tattoos, they were pretty common to be seen, althou...
Peter strolled along the beach. 'Life sucks,' he thought to himself. Loneliness had really begun to get to him over the last three or four months, and it was taking it's toll on his happiness. The sun had begun to dip. It was getting late, and Peter had dinner to cook. He signed and headed back towards home. Pete lived on his own in an apartment near the se...
Harry's notes: Nearing the end of this story friends. Thanks to all who have commented here and in private pm's and feedback. This is the shortest chapter in the book as the story begins to turn once more to darker conflicts that will come in chapter 12. As always in my stories there is romance, heartbreak, and hope somewhere in the lines. Enjoy * It was e...
While her old pick-up truck was warming up, Heather looked for the address Grace had given her the day before. At the bottom of the purse she found the card Grace had written the address for her studio. The card read, 1539 Douglas St. It had been a few years since she had been to that side of town and she hoped she did not have any trouble finding it. Heath...
Pulling into the drive way Michael noticed nearly every light in the house was on, which was quite a feat, considering the amount of rooms. He braked outside the garage, staring at the house, wondering what was going on before he remembered Anna's Christmas party. He wasn't supposed to be home for it, but had flown back a day early from Berlin. It had been a...
Chapter 6 -- Exposed Holes "Prisoner, get up!" -- yelled out a guard banging on the door of Melissa's cell. Abruptly shaken out of her uneasy, post-traumatic slumber, she stumbled out of bed, getting her handcuffs entangled with the blanket in the process. After some short fidgeting and fumbling around, Melissa managed to get off her cot and stood in the mi...
Chapter 1 - Sentence The large, imposing courtroom was filled with a murmur of subdued conversations, which accumulated to a considerable noise due to sheer quantity of ongoing verbal exchanges. The interior of the room was arranged in formal brown and white palettes, which strongly set the tone for an atmosphere of judicial authority. Into these intimidati...