All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the ninth chapter of Montana Summer Series; I am simply amazed that it has gotten this far. Thanks to all the people that have kept me up late nights writing. I would also like to thank...
This is another part of the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who comes to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on the weekend to relax and enjoy some time together before Paul has to leave on a business trip visiting several of th...
I was a strong, independent woman. Malcolm had been the first to tell me that. Now I said it every time I started to think I'd never get back to being the person I had been six months ago. Before my life was flipped upside down. Before when everything was going great. And yet, it was that same life I resisted returning to. I wanted to stay at the beach hou...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented appear strictly for context and humour; I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as t...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. SHOWDOWN The toilet was in the port hull, way down the back past a galley and storage area. Beck had never been inside a catamaran before and was amazed at the spaciousness. Aurora's dimensions seemed claustrophobic by comparison and she found herself idly wondering, as she sat on the loo,...
PROLOGUE The wall was white. In the middle was a small circle that was darker than the rest of the paint. An old nail hole probably. I wondered what had hung there. Why it had been removed. Why the hole had not been repaired. A warm breeze blew against my neck, tousling my hair about my shoulders and across my face. I stared through the strands at the wall...
Isabella Bennet glanced around the Rutherford's ballroom, taking in all the men and women dancing gaily or engaged in conversation. She really hated these affairs. They were nothing but a place for the ladies of society to present the newest girls of the Season and gossip about the latest scandal that some poor person had committed. The men weren't much bett...
Thanks to all of the people who read either version of last week's story. The consensus seems to be that the longer more complete version was better. This week we're doing something a bit more normal. As usual thanks to the tirless Mikothebaby for editing it, even though she's never heard the song. I don't think very many people have. Enjoy SS06. * * * * *...
CHAPTER 1 Thirty-year-old Hal Pearson's divorce was finalized and it was goodbye good-time Melody who had got away with half of his assets and was back at her dance studio and screwing her financial backer, a married guy. Sure Hal was bitter, having lost three years spent unwisely married to a hot bitch that soon tired of being with him exclusively, altho...
Hey, guys! Welcome back to my world of erotic fiction. I've missed you! For those of you who finished the 'Dealmaker' series with Claire and her demons, you'll recall them mentioning old Lucifer arranging to marry a miss Michelle Harlowe at the end. Well, here it is. This is young Michelle's story, and it's my first story written in the first-person POV. Tel...