Author's Note: I need an editor. :/ When I go back over my stories, I try to find as many mistakes as possible. I always end up missing some, though. And when I read through them now, the remaining errors are glaring and seem to jump out at me. So, I apologize for any spelling/grammatical mistakes that you might see; but please remember that I am a FAR cry...
The Reluctant Duchess Ch. 01 The idea for this story came from the Hallmark TV movies that my wife enjoys. There's a bunch of them that feature a romance, usually between a woman, often American, and the prince of a fictional country in which most of the residents somehow speak with British accents. The couple overcome their cultural and class difference...
Part 1 Rosie and Jim Jim Scott met Rosie Jones in High School. It wasn't a case of love at first sight. He was a year older than her, and she was, well, she was a more than a little different to all the other students. "She was pretty, nobody truly disliked her, but she had a strange, eccentric way about her. She also very rarely understood jokes. She w...
I met my wife in when she was only 17. I was her "first" and only real lover. We dated by long-distance for the first several years of our relationship as I had met her in the summer before she left to go to a small liberal arts college in New York. She was a sweet girl without much experience, but with a strong desire to make love... a lot! It was great......
12 They all smiled and nodded. As they walked back to the house, he introduced himself: "Oh, my name is Boris, very Russian." "Martha," Martha replied, using the English pronunciation. "Becky, Rebecca," his sister said, adding: "But my brother said in Norway you pronounce it "Marta." Martha nodded with a smile, and he said: "Like I have heard back...
Fifth Inning Part five of a nine part series! Probably best if you start at the start, y'know? In any case, this one's got a little light BDSM, so be warned. Everyone here is over 18. ***** It was getting late and I was still laying in bed with Kelsey - my (no doubt former) best friend's little sister. We'd just streamed her first three times back-to-b...
"What's up, handsome?" I said to Dalton Cobb as I approached him casually, with a smile on my face. The six-foot-two, handsome Jamaican-Canadian stud smiled nervously, and I did my best to put him at ease. Well-dressed, smelling good and looking even better, Dalton was definitely worth my time. I've always had a thing for handsome brothers, and although I do...
The next morning I awoke on the floor where Cloe normally slept, when the hell had I gotten on the floor? Then the memories of yesterday start to intrude on my mind, ah yes! I had been tired after everything that had happened yesterday. Getting up I made my way slowly to the kitchen, where Cloe had left me some breakfast. Looking around I saw that she'd obvi...
I had to pick up a couple of things at the mall. My older brother was going there as well so I hitched a ride with him. Crappy driver and even crappier car, but it beats walking. And I should talk. My own crappy car was the reason I needed to get a ride in the first place. We each got our separate bits and pieces and then we headed on home. At least, that's...
The sun rose over the City of Djouba, South Sudan. As was his custom, Bilal Akol rose with it. Six feet three inches tall, lean and muscular, with skin of a rich mahogany hue, the young South Sudanese Muslim man rolled out his prayer rug, and began his prayer. He thanked the Most High for allowing him to wake up, and after finishing his prayer, he got ready...