Prologue It was her mother's fault. Shortly after she was born, she carried her to the window and the first thing she saw was a flower – a Snowdrop. Thus her name was decided. It wasn't until she went to school at the age of four that the problems arose. Her school friends – of course - shortened her name to Snow. Eventually the penny dropped and having bee...
Here's hoping you enjoy my story! In any case, your comments, suggestions, and of course your votes will be appreciated! Good luck to all the Summer contest entrants! One: They say-whoever in Hell they are-if you can't say something positive, then shut the fuck up! OK, but I'm betting they've never been mired in the nightmare traffic that crawls along the...
Author's Note: Considerably longer and somewhat softer than typical for this site. Hopefully worth the time for those interested in character development in a plausible reality. Chapters do not stand alone and should be read in sequence. Chapter 1 At my age it's more difficult than it used to be to enjoy the charms of younger women. That's OK, though....
Thanks to Mikothebaby for her tireless work editing this story. Let's get to it. * * * * * * It was yet another perfect late summer day as I hopped over the edge of the giant bucket and unsteadily ran towards the closest restroom. I dodged a man and his small son who were standing in the doorway, lost in a conversation about whether or not the boy nee...
"Ella, I can't thank you enough for this." "You don't need to thank me. You're my brother, and I'm their aunt." She waited for a moment then said, "And I loved Diane like my own sister." Her brother looked over at her as they drove home from the airport and said, "And she loved you, too. And as I said, you can have her car. No charge. It's just my way of...
This is a work of erotic fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for editing and expert advice. Any mistakes herein are because the author didn't listen. * * * Switched Chapter 4 Fresh Grounds Jessica Tawney poked her head around the corner of my sleeping cubby. "There you are. Wh...
Dear readers, If you haven't read Chapters 1-5, I suggest you do so before reading this chapter. You'll miss out on a lot of previous action unless you start with Chapter 1. * * * * * Tom just grinned at John, "Sorry Bud—maybe some other time. We need to be alone tonight—it's our Christmas and New Year's Eve, and I don't have a curfew!" John and Debbie...
Trish lived a little over an hour away from the mountains, some of the most beautiful in the world, in many people's opinion, but she practically never got out to them. She was busy with school, work and a full fitness regime. Yet she yearned to go out and climb in them. A very athletic woman Trish loved the idea of pitting herself against the natural sple...
Edited by Michael-Leonard. ***** Everyone has a calling in life; some never hear it, and others get two. "Simon, son of Jonah... you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My Church." Matt. 16:18 Prologue: Peter stood on the veranda and watched as she went through her daily ritual, her Tai Chi forms. Her movements were fluid and precise; each was a sl...
By the time she dragged herself from the bed and then emerged from the bedroom, she was proud of herself for being mostly clothed...although she hadn't put on her boots or done much of anything with her hair yet. And there was John, long dressed and mostly done with making breakfast. He was wearing his shoulder holster, which meant that he planned to take a...