Chapter 19: Realizing the Dream It had been a week since Destiny had revealed the envelope and tossed it on the table. Since then, she had spoken with Maria twice and even reached out to Bree. She wanted to hear their thoughts and needed to express her feelings to other women. Of course, neither told her what they thought she should do. Yet, it was good to...
Chapter 1 – The Western Mediterranean Book four picks up our new life style and the surprising changes that occur Matt was there to meet us with the usual crew of cameramen and support vehicles. He conducted interviews with each of us in turn. I was not present at the other interviews, but he asked me about my reflections on the last twelve months. That t...
This is a long story, 57,000 words. If that doesn't appeal to you stop reading now. There is very little explicit sex in the story and what there is, is a long way in. If that is what you seek. Then look elsewhere. * Chapter 1 Will Wainwright never knew what hit him. He was two days out of St Peter Port Guernsey, on route to Gibraltar, where they woul...
Although some people clearly don't like slow build-ups and tease I am gratified by the feedback to some of my stories that other folk really like them. I have tried to cater for both in this chapter as I build up to the next chapter(s?) which will bring Joan's tale to a climax. Partly for my own enjoyment and partly to help the story along I really do like...
The story so far: Lisbeth Somerset is a 36-year old English workaholic who teaches human rights at a university in an Arab country. She is caught handing a bomb to the assassin who had plans to kill the children of the local ruler and of other dignitaries. That ruler, Sheikh Fouad, consumed with rage, considers the death penalty even too lenient for her and...
This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order. In any event, the story takes place in a Midwestern college town in the summer of 1979. ***** I showered to remove the Vaseline from my skin, and I spread my cheeks and let the hot water soothe my sore bumhole. Afterw...
---------------- It helps to get a better picture of the events of the story if one were to read Parts 1, 2, and 3 before continuing here. Lou has been given a chance to try to redeem himself a bit from the misfortune that had been laid at his feet previously--losing his true love, being trapped in a loveless marriage, getting framed and sacked and divorced...
Tourist Season Early Spring Author's Note: Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my Summer Lovin' 2018 Contest entry. Please take time to enjoy all the entries. They're really pretty great. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The places in this story are fictitious. I have kept the locat...
The old man pulled another news paper page onto his body. Garrit was tall. The long bones made him a bit clumsy. Only thin muscles wrapped around his frame. The scuffed slacks and stained shirt draped him. He lied on the ground with packed pebbles -- black, gray, and white once. The spread out newspaper provided a little cover from the soft win and warmth fr...
The Pocket Jar Hannah sat on the wooden bench and ran her fingers over the rough letters carved in the seat. "Eagle over there, watching us," Bonita said. "Where?" Hannah asked, scanning the far bank of the beaver pond. "That tall pine. Straight across." Hannah caught sight of the bird's white head just as it spread its wings and flew over the pond and...