Sighing quietly to myself, I slip the key into the lock of the up-scale designer studio I work at. Not exactly the place I want to be at 6:45 on a Saturday morning. I roll my eyes as I catch sight of the sign hanging above the door: "Lorretta Keaton, Wardrobe Designer." It should say "Lorretta Keaton, Haven't Had a Fresh Design Idea of My Own in Years." I...
Author's Note: Sixteen chapters in and my main character is still a virgin. Considering what type of website this is, I don't know if that's a sign of bad writing or not. Also, warning! Unnecessary costume porn is coming. Seriously. If pointless descriptions of clothing bug you, then you're going to be bugged because this is ridiculous. And, on a final note,...
No 3- please give feedback, thanks to those who have so far. Yes, again 3 She had been woken twice in the night by his cock moving inside her, though it may have been more often as her division between reality and fantasy was tenuous. The jet lag and stress of the trip had made her woozy with tiredness, with waking dreams. The result was that she was const...
He had instructed her to meet him at a coffee shop downtown. She walked in and ordered a pastry, never having been much of one for coffee or tea. It was nice enough in cold weather, but fucked if she was going to drink coffee on a day like this. She stepped outside the café and sat at a rickety metal table, setting her food on a crinkled paper bag as she did...
When the blindfolds are removed most people expose a deep intrigue of secret sex; we are inquisitive about the danger, the moral reasoning and the unfulfilled lust. Together with friends I faced the darkness of being forty years old, or plus as our careers slowly began to reignite. That friend became a Barrister and that one, she became a glamorous Theater...
A tear runs down my cheek and falls onto the empty page in front of me. The window above me is open, the chilly air and the breeze flowing through, touching my skin like an invisible finger. Autumn has come early this year. I had abandoned most of my thoughts from the corners of my mind. Trying to recall them now is painful. You are real and still fresh in...
The scene is a quiet dinner and dance spot bar in the downtown area of a large city. It's a popular little place that caters to young singles wishing to meet a romantic match with whom they can begin a serious relationship. My daughter Janice is seated at a table with her best friend Lenore. Across the room there is a young man who has caught her eye. He's...
He touched me like electricity shot from his veins. I was driving the car, something so simple. He slid his thumb across the middle part of my back as I leaned forward to adjust the radio. I was in shock; one small touch and I could feel his intention pierce my skin. I felt memories of the first night together aching to be made new. I was gone to the desire...
(No sex by the way. I had planned to have this story up for Memorial Day here but it didn't happen. So here we are for the 4th of July. Remember, if you love your freedom, thank a vet. The characters in this story are not mine. They are the property of New World Entertainment. Well, one of them is mine. I've been married to him for 36 years now. Notes: The...
On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men's quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blous...