When Ramer arrived, I poured him a glass of scotch, grabbed a notebook and pen, and led him up the stairs to Jennifer's bedroom, where she was doing her homework. I knocked on the door and opened it. Despite Jennifer's age, pink was still the main color of her personal space. Her white princess bed frame and pink bedspread dominated the center of the room;...
Note: This story has a rather long build-up to sexual intercourse itself (as in, not in this chapter), just as an FYI for people who aren't into that kind of thing. And yes, all characters are over 18, as always. ----- A warm breeze kicked up as a young man stepped out of the black taxicab that had brought him. He looked up at the formidable building befo...
A/N: It has been quite the while since I've been able to update this story. I hope you do enjoy this chapter. Feedback is most welcome, should you wish to let me know what you think of the story so far. ***** Sitting at naked her villa workstation over a late lunch, Charlaine savored her bowl of osso bucco, sucking the marrow from the bone as she contempla...
Author’s Note: This is a retelling (from the woman’s point of view) of my husband’s (Lime) story, “The Benefits of Reading,” so if it seems familiar, please bear with me. Yes, I admit it. I’m a slut, but not a drop to my knees for any hard cock slut. No, I’m his slut, my husband’s slut, George’s slut. But it’s our secret. Walking down the street, everyone...
We are both lying in bed, side by side, with our respective books. The soft glow of our nightstand light illuminates the pages while keeping the room bathed in a gentle, relaxing glow. Eventually you close your book and look over at me. After a moment, you lean in for a kiss. Sometimes a kiss is a statement. Bold, sure of itself, proclaiming a need. And so...
Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I first want to apologize for the long gaps between chapters. I tend to write these stories in spurts, and often take my time to get the proper inspiration. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as all my others. Fear not, I will continue my other storylines still in progress. I hope to soon be...
This story was originally posted some time ago but then deleted. I'm re-uploading it in response to the feed back to "Year One". It was the first New Order story that I wrote but takes place about eight years after my story "Year One". Chapter 1: Stop & Search "Identity card. Papers." The police officer peered through dark glasses at James Leonard as...
Athena woke the next morning feeling gloriously sore, her beloved rabbit stretched out at her feet. As she rubbed her neck and shoulders, she reminisced about the previous night, suddenly remembering the promise of a text from Nolan. She woke her phone to find a short string of texts. 9:45AM Good morning, Ms. Athena. It's Nolan, from the Looking Room. 9:46...
Earlier in the day, Dana called Sandy with a single query: was her pool open? Sandy laughed. "Fuck yes it's open!" She laughed easily, as that was her personality. Warm and fun, everyone had loved Sandy in high school then college. "Considering that I'm sitting next to it right now!" she told Dana. "What do you want me to bring?" Dana asked, her voice li...
For the longest time, Morgana was silent. She had just told Adrielle her worst secrets: all of her sins, all of her guilt, all the tragedy that had come as a direct result of her actions. For six-hundred years she had been trying to run from these memories, and she had just relived them in all their horrid detail. It had reopened old wounds and taken her to...