The woman sat on a camp stool, her face and shoulders drooped as if shouldering an oppressive weight, the expression on her face fragile and cold, almost bitterly so. She seemed preoccupied, almost as if lost in a daydream, as she chewed on the cap of a ballpoint pen. UN Peacekeepers in dry, dusty uniforms drifted around her like old smoke, as oblivious to h...
This is a fictional account. Author's Note: Hope you all like this 4th story in the Two Captives series. I appreciate your feedback. Thanks to Techsan for his incredible editing. * When Sarah pulled Two Bears through his tepee door flap, she pushed him down on the bearskin rugs in the middle. Sarah closed the flap as Two Bears reached for a log and added...
Jenna lay in the darkness, too horny to sleep. Forty minutes ago, she had begged Oliver to fuck her, but he had refused. "Come back tonight," he'd invited. She had persisted, insisting that she wanted it now. "Just a quickie," she'd begged. "Won't be that quick," he had warned her. "And it's high summer. Nights are short and the days are long." Jenna ha...
"You could say I was slumming it when I found her, and you'd almost be right. I was chasing some two bit clown supposedly cheating on his wife when I strolled into some stinking hole of a bar. For a wrinkled twenty the bartender directed me to the alley where my client's husband was supposedly entertaining some drunk blond. By the time I quietly slip...
Cataldo wonder if one of his friends had slipped him a psychotropic drug, for what he and Mel had just experienced had to be the result of one such action. It all started at his families garage , when several men had attacked a group of men outside its doors, then had rushed in and grabbed the two of them, , throwing them in to a van and screeching away. Th...
Sellsword Ch. 07 - The Avatar Kal-Sorak stood much as they had left it. A town typical of it's time and place. Old stone building, none higher than two floors, lined cobbled streets, streets too narrow for two wagons to pass each other. A wagon was rattling over those cobblestones, between the buildings at the edge of town. Garth, the sellsword, was in the...
~~Medusa~~ Never in a million years did she expect to be looking at the face of Poseidon once more. She stared down at the struggling god, at his handsome face. He looked like an older man, but one with all the qualities of attraction, of a man who was powerful and confident, still virile with a touch of age on his face and hair. Tall and broad-shouldered...
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! * 18. Winners and Losers and Winners "He is losing too much blood; we...
15 Dollars Sunday morning, groggy but awake, Kent heard his phone ring. What the hell? he wondered. Someone wants to talk? Stranger yet, the phone reported the caller as Laura. He only had her number stored because she'd texted from the coffee shop once in October. "Hello?" he said. "Hello, Kent?" Laura's voice came through awkward and formal. Ne...
The room is dark and cold. Only the moonlight and some well placed candles light the room. Soft music is playing in the background. The scent of His masculine cologne is scenting the room. Not overpowering but just enough to make me catch my breath. I walk into the room slowly, as if I am in a haunted house, not sure what lies ahead of me. I am dressed in a...