The sun had set more than an hour ago, and the streets were empty in this part of Burlington. The only footsteps that could be heard on the concrete sidewalk belonged to a very tall, very broad shouldered man in a dark black trench coat, which was a little much for a hot July night, even in Vermont. At the apartment complex that was his destination, Alexandr...
Author's Note: This is a story centric series and a direct continuation of the second chapter Mantis Ch.02 : Negotiations. I highly recommend reading the previous entries first. For those in need of a refresher or would simply prefer to start here, here is a quick summary of what has happened to our characters so far. [Arthur, a struggling artist sought an...
This story is a continuation of the stories of Pastor Sarah submitted several months ago. My schedule changed and I did not have time to continue. Many have requested more Pastor Sarah adventures. Thank you are for your input and suggestions. I hope you enjoy this and future submissions. As always your critiques are welcomed to improve the story line. The D...
It was a good thing that Marti had that assurance to cling to, because over the coming weeks, that feeling of euphoria had it's fair share of challenges. In addition to all the normal Monday morning crisis' of running a business, this particular Monday morning also brought a slew meetings to iron out the details of the offer -- contracts had to be finalized...
It has been a really long time since I posted the previous chapter of Paradise Island. I moved jobs and became really busy and the muse just left me. Thanks to everybody who kept sending me emails to carry on writing the story. Without those emails, I wouldn't have found it in me to restart writing. Hopefully, the next chapter won't be so long in the writing...
The Beginning Maybe you know the old tale that if a frog is placed in boiling water, it will jump out. But if the frog is put in cold water that is slowly heated, it will not see the danger and will be cooked. Though I knew that tale, I didn't recognize that it applied to me too. I now see this anecdote as a metaphor for my inability or unwillingness to r...
Hello readers, this is the third story in my 'The James Gang' series. The first part of the series, Mean Darbie, was a brother-sister incest story. Part two was a father-daughter incest story. This one, however, breaks with the formula and focuses on interracial sex. It also breaks tradition by being two parts. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it and leave a...
This is the final chapter in the Cruel Irony series. ----------------- On the second Thursday evening in February Jeff answered for the phone. A familiar voice that sounded week and distressed spoke, "Is Pam there?" After calling his wife to the phone he asked his sister, "Are you okay?" Betty did not want to talk with him. He sat at a distance waiting...
The hunting and foraging parties that we formed are not absolute; they are not set in stone. It's not uncommon for someone to join a group or decline to go on a hunting and foraging party, especially if someone joins the party. In fact, if our smokehouse is full of meat then no one goes out hunting. The scheduled group just goes out to collect firewood or di...
I thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement * Eve Thomas smiled to herself. At last she had done it after so many false starts. In a moment, she would walk through the arrivals gate, to where her soon to be lover would be waiting for her. It had been a long road to get here. She had met her...