My thanks to dannythebaltimoron for editing this piece and for his insightful words in helping the story come to life. * I stood at the window, my eyes taking in the spectacle that was the dancing fountains of the Bellagio. The colors and the spectacle should have buoyed my resolve. Instead I simply watched and did what I always did; I worried. I sighed a...
Author's note: Before Gal Gadot finally secured the big screen role of Wonder Woman, a number of names were bantered about as a possibility to portray the Amazon. Here's a "What if" story set in 2009, concerning one of those possibilities, a young American soap actress by the name of Nadia Bjorlin. Also, all participants in sexual activities are at least eig...
Cupid, God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. Eros, aka Cupid, the God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. "Cupid! What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sleeping or, at least, trying to sleep." "Get up, Eros. Get out of bed. You're going to be late," said Psyche Cupid's wife. "Late? Late for what?" "Valent...
Thank you, angel love, for editing this story for me. I started this story a long time ago after reading a story called 'Brotherly Love' written by suegsusan. Although this story can stand alone, I highly recommend reading this authors' story for a full scope of what has happened and for the writing quality displayed. I thank this author for her written con...
Here's something I've been working on bit by bit since I figured out how to move on from Fated Hearts. I'm super excited to have something other than The Masseur with a more real quality than....well. Let's face it. Eric was just a fantasy, even though I imagined Alexander Skarsgard every time I had to write some sex into that story (swoon). Anyway. This sto...
The phone woke me up at 4:20 in the morning. It was Rita, the night nurse, to say that Harvey Reybine, the Hollywood producer, had died in his sleep in his Bel Air home. That was upsetting because I liked Harvey. More upsetting was that I was out of a job. For two years I'd been spending a few hours each evening doing odd jobs, like setting up movies in his...
Prologue: The below narrative is obviously a continuation of Julie's Big Day, which I recommend reading first, although it isn't absolutely necessary. And please be advised the following documents a sex session between four mature bi-sexual women. If lesbian sex is not your "cup of tea" as the Brits like to say, it might be best to find something else to re...
*** After meeting with a few of the employees of JJ Raxx, I drove back home. I never actually bought anything since I got detained by the manager and her employees in the back office. Anyway, I was out of the car now, and I hadn't needed much, anyway. I wasn't sure when Jessica's shift ended, but when I came out of the back I hadn't seen her in the store....
Chapter 16 The ride to Judge Hawthorne's house took nearly an hour. Sheriff Wilson chose to ride his horse beside the wagon, and he looked increasingly uneasy as they got closer to the judge's house. Still, he didn't try to sway the McKenzies from their purpose. He knew that would be a waste of his breath. He was just hoping he wouldn't get caught in the cr...
The idea of the betrayed professor was inspired by Wendylicker's great series Making an Honest Woman. This story takes a different point of view. If you hated my previous stories, you will undoubtedly hate this one, and comment accordingly. Let 'er rip. If you enjoyed my previous stories, I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks to psiberzerker for his valuable c...