"I want you to write me a stroker." WHAT? "And then read it to me." "What?" I said and blinked rapidly. "What, what?" I'd never heard the term stroker, but I immediately knew what he meant, sort of. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. Jordan and I were sitting in The Greasy Spoon diner. He was the only one who knew I wrote erotica. He hadn't read...
I knew it would be too bright, but it needed to be done sooner or later. I might as well get it over with. I opened my eyes ever so slightly. Damn, it was really way too bright. The damn saltwater contributed what it could to the sting. I tried to rub my eyes to ease it, but soon realized that was a mistake. My hands were just as wet as my face, and all they...
Prologue: For nearly a millennium, the Skarnoth Empire had prospered. Rising humbly from the Vergessenna River valley, over the centuries the small city state had expanded by leaps and bounds, and eventually had gained power, wealth and prosperity that was unrivaled in all of the world during the time of legends. At its peak, Skarnoth ruled territory that s...
Sofia shivered as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. The biting icy wind whipped across her back, and the feel of her breath freezing in mid-air sent a shudder of terror up her spine. She knew where she was and this recognition caused new shivers that matched the cold. Intellectually, she knew she was asleep and this was only a dream, but she was still scar...
Authors note. This is my first story and so constructive criticism is welcomed and wanted. I'm hoping to make this into a full book length but having to write around a full time job. No sex in this chapter but it will come I promise. ***** I'm a nobody, non-descript inconsequential. The sort of person you might pass on the street and never notice. This a...
Gilligan's Island, the Rescue Gilligan hopped out of his hammock and ran out into the noonday sun looking for the Skipper. He ran into Mr. and Mrs. Howell's tent where he interrupted their noonday activities. "Mr. Howell, Mr. Howell," he said, "have you seen the Skipper?" Thurston Howell the third was dressed in a yellow wool sweater over a green button-d...
The horse's wings beat slowly but steadily as it flew across a kingdom with no king. The mount was tired, but his heart was strong and he continued without complaint, as if sensing the need for this urgent flight. His rider was equally weary, but that weariness came more from a burden on the soul than any fatigue of body or limb. The wind that blew through...
This story follows on directly from the previous chapters, which in turn follow on from 'All Thing Come...To He Who Waits'. Some characters from the first volume reappear, and Luke's personality and abilities are assumed to be already known. It could (just about) be a stand-alone story, but if you get interested in the characters I suggest you read volume 1....
Chapter 3 Shipwreck I was served in my office on Friday morning. There was no drama attached to it since I knew it was coming, as did my secretary and some of my staff. The process server was ushered into my office and made his perfunctory request for identification before passing me the envelope with the divorce papers. I added another item on my "getting...
I woke up alone on the bed. The morning light was streaming into the dormitory, and it looked like most of the girls were awake. I didn't see Brianna anywhere. I really needed to pee. I got up and walked in to the restroom. Of the dozen toilets, half were occupied at the moment. I walked to the end of one of the rows next to a tall girl chatting with her ne...