"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, This is the Don Williams quartet, like to introduce the band. Don on Piano, Bobby on Horns, Mac on Drums and Mike on Bass. Backing us up the incomparable Auntie Gill and my Mum Naomi, collectively they are the Ardenaires, me I'm Holly and I like to sing." Holly swung her arm back and forth, clicking her fingers, head up s...
Julie had suggested camping. Frank's breakup had been devastating. They needed to get him out of the house and force him to start living again. Roberto wanted to organize a softball game in the park. Walter thought a horror movie marathon would put him to rights. Angela wanted to take him to that raunchy strip club across the county line, where there was nob...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The little slut thought she was here to interview for a job. And she was, in a sense. It's just that the job was more in the sense of a morale booster for the men who worked here. I had picked her up at a goth club downtown a few nights ago. We really hit it off, got to ta...
"Good morning, Dr Throop." I introduced 6 foot Mr Castleton to the Institutes' Staff Physician, a bespeckled 40 year old svelte 5' 3" doctor with white lab coat over a sky blue blouse and dark skirt, "Let me introduce Mr James Castleton a visitor who is going to take a tour of the Facility. He is thinking of indenturing a daughter here." Hmm, I thought to m...
This is a follow-up to "The Heart Can Lead You Astray" published in Romance 3/18/2020. If you'd like greater insight into what follows, I'd suggest you read that story first, though it's not necessary. ***** Sandra Norquist wanted details, wanted to know WHY things didn't work out with Byron and Lynette. In good time, she decided. First things first, like...
Hey Readers!! This is the first installment of Whispers of Redemption so feedback and voting would be much appreciated. Enjoy :) * Prologue: "Adversity introduces a man to himself" "What's this?" Bruce spat "Ravioli" Kayla murmured. "Well, hell. Did I say I wanted fuckin' ravioli?" He shoved the heavy plate off the table with a swift and brute force. K...
The classic image of the battle between good and evil, has always been a chess game. Black pieces battle white pieces on a board of ebony and ivory squares. Plotting and moving pieces till they get a final victory. Except it wasn't a final victory, as the pieces are set up again. For another game. Which makes the repeated games repeative and redundant, over...
Found the perfect song for angsty writing: "Don't Deserve You" by Plumb. Thank you to FrostyBear4 for the prompt/request for some flangst :) and thanks to BlackInk07 for previewing and encouraging! As always, I do not own anything related to The Blacklist; just playing! ***** "Don't we deserve a chance?" She waited, her gaze pinning him, his impassive "...
I had the occasion to rebuild a kitchen in a rental house here on the coast. The renters, though, still lived there. The kitchen was just so bad the owners decided not to wait until the lease ran out and they hired me to do the counters, walls, cabinets, floor, sink, etc. I was there for about a month. During that time I met one of the renters, Jennifer....
Chapter Five: Karma When we woke the next day, we made slow and gentle love in the morning sunlight. It was so unlike what I normally associated with sex. It was a slow, sensual, ever-deepening closeness; not a mad rush for pleasure. Oh, make no mistake, the orgasms were there for me, but the real treasure was the developing feelings between me and the man...