"So yeah, I'll be late for dinner", my wife said over the speakerphone located in the storage alcove adjacent to my classroom. I could hear papers on her desk rustling over the phone line. She was distracted by work, so I might be able to stumble my way through this, so to speak. "I might not even make it until late. Go ahead and have something on your own....
Chapter 2 can stand alone as a separate story since it's seven years later, but you'll have a much richer experience if you read Chapter 1 first. Thanks to my volunteer editor SilviDoll whose contributions made this a much better read. Also many thanks to vibes for his detailed corrections and improvements to my piecemeal Italian translations as well as hi...
Wow! What a night of edgy sex, all centering around Lily. Sweet, quiet, submissive Lily. Minding her own business, a sexual tempest just seems to churn wherever she is. That's what happen at dinner tonight. As a result, Gwen, a young, good-looking business exec, just spent several hours with Lily, my niece Ginny and myself fucking around. In the aftermath, I...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 2 - A Sister's Heart From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler As told by: Owen Nomrist Tartarus - Agent Bryan Brown sat on his plastic wrapped bed, growling angrily as he tore beautiful ebony skin and bloody red muscle away from the tender thigh that once belonged to Kelly Spears. Across the room Agent Gerard Green lifted the d...
Author's Note: This story contains themes of infidelity (kinda), reluctance, lesbian sex, and voyeurism. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are above the age of 18. Do forgive any spelling/grammar errors I might have missed. Enjoy. *** If I had to make a list of all the things I might expect to see in the JFK airport waiting area, an Instagr...
Friday, 2 shopping days to Christmas As expected, Sir Philip had Lady Barbara collected early on Friday morning with his chauffeur-driven limousine, which pulled up and parked outside the row of cottages precisely at six o'clock. She was ready to go, with an overnight bag packed and waiting inside the front door. She stepped out of her cottage as soon as th...
Fraser was sitting at the bar nursing his second pint before heading home to his wife, Charity. His mind was in turmoil; they had been married just short of four years, she was beautiful, had a heavenly figure and loved him dearly but .......... there's always a but isn't there? So what was the problem with this dream marriage? What is normally the problem -...
A/N: This is the last chapter of How to Ride a Tikbalang. Thank you very much for reading it. Extra special thanks go to those who vote for it and favorite it. It has been quite the ride. I've added a glossary to the end of this chapter, so you can use that to check any terms I used throughout the entire story from Chapter 1 that may be unfamiliar to you....
Thanks to Ravenna933 for her copyediting and plot development suggestions. ***** I woke to the call of prayer blasting through the hotel window. I groaned and rolled over, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 6 AM, and I remembered this least favourite aspect of sharing a bed with Rania, the necessity of all Muslims to rise with the su...
Part 1: Entering the Criminal Justice System The gavel came down hard; the cracking sound was so loud that it made me jump. But I was in a sort of haze, I didn't really understand what was going on. I looked over at my public defender, his lips were pursed and he was quietly collecting his papers on his desk. "What does that mean?" I asked and he looked ov...