She climbs from the cab and as it drives off, stands swaying with fatigue. She is a pretty girl with long full brown hair, an exception of stillness in the crazy yellow of the street lights, in the shifting shadows and glares from headlights, in the din of engines, tires and horns. Three bicyclists barrel down the sidewalk shouting at her for standing so stu...
*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *This chapter has no sex scenes in it. Don't be too disappointed, there will be chapters that will have too much sex in them and everything will balance out. *This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chap...
FIRST CONTACT We took the Eurostar from St Pancras to Paris Nord. I'd booked Premier class because I wanted the dinner amenities. So, we ate on the train. We got into Paris that evening and took a taxi to the Hotel Lutetia over in the 6th arrondissement. I'd gotten suites for both Mel and me. I wanted my own room to spread out my hacking gear. Mel is tech...
Chester McAdams was casually driving down the highway towards home with a content attitude. He wasn't in a hurry because he had finished his work for the day. His work was basically just helping people who he liked or who had a need. Recently, life had been good to Chester or Chet as he was known. No one really knew what he did or how he earned his money but...
Author's Note: Edited by Expoh, AnnabelleFalls13, Michael Scott, and Zald. **** It had been a good handful of hours since Jackson had gone with Shaka into the mountain. Chaki was sitting at the campfire outside her family's tipi. Landri sat with her. Palla was sleeping inside. The night was cold, so they brought out a blanket to cover themselves. It was...
***** The Search ***** All of Thunderfoot's life had been a battle for survival, his instincts driving him from one place to another. He had always had emotions, love for this mate, and now a longing to be with his newly born kits, but something new had formed. It had been a slow growth, a deepening of his understanding of the things around him, until just...
Sooo, its me again. Bartholomew has been itching for me to write something in him for awhile; he's tired of just playing music all the time and reading recipes. I'm learning how to cook and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. I got a job as a florist a few weeks ago so I've been working at that, and Trask is settling in to his new job as well. I guess I...
*John! What happened?!* Edraele cried out to him, sounding frantic with worry. *I heard everything until you fell asleep, but then I could feel our connection being blocked!* John had lurched upright in bed, and he took a deep shuddering breath to calm his frantic heart rate. Sakura was clinging to him and quaking like a leaf, and while Alyssa was more comp...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
***** I think it must have been some kind of temporary insanity. What other way is there to explain where I found myself that day? Driving in my car, naked from the waist down, not knowing exactly what was going to happen when I reached the address that was written on the paper lying on the seat between my bare legs. One thing I was sure about—the arousal...