PROLOGUE: THREE MONTHS BEFORE The road was desert dusty; any driver would have known the end of it was off the paved path. The truck contributing to the dust had seen better years, and had a few worse ones yet to go. The driver was paying more attention to the bottle of beer the passenger was swilling than the road. The driver and passenger's skin was dar...
Carole Banning stared out the window of the Lear Jet at the banks of clouds below. She wrung her hands nervously and felt a gnawing in her guts. She had always hated to fly. This trip was only her fourth time to ride in a plane, her first in a private jet, and she was nervous to begin with. Add the fact that she was flying to New York, and she that was that...
XXIII. Jenn looked around. She saw naked writhing bodies; smelled the redolence of sweat and love, sickly sweet in the air; she heard the low inarticulate animal roar of lust. She was both a part of and apart from her surroundings. There was a paradoxical tranquility deep in the throes of group sex. They say drowning is a peaceful way to go. Perhaps she was...
Paul Nicholson was chubby, greying and unfit. At 33 he had had little luck with women and, in short, had retired early from the game, thrown in the towel, and now perpetually sat on the sidelines. He watched his obese friend date attractive young women. He looked on as another friend attracted the girl who would eventually become his wife by igniting a blue...
Hey there readers! This is my 2013 holiday contest submission, so please vote and leave comments-they're always appreciated. I've been itching to submit into the interracial romance category, and I'm happy that I finally have the opportunity to do so. Also, for those of you who are following my series We Are the Day, fear not, I am still working on it! I t...
Hi readers! Here is chapter 06. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for all the lovely feedbacks and emails. I am very grateful. Thanks to my wonderful editor Angelicsounds, who is ever so lovely and helpful. I have reposted the story. There were some areas I had left out that links with chap 7 Chapter 06- ....................... Now in the privacy of his s...
Author's note: This probably-final episode of an extended romantic memoir is probably fictional. All sexual acts involve humans of age 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish-language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. You do not NEED to read the first two episodes (BEFORE RUT...
A huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping with this. It's kind of a long story that starts off slow, but picks up towards the end. Hopefully my limited knowledge of sailing ( and the resulting technical errors ) won't be too much of a distraction. As always, please rate and comment on the story, even if it is just to teach me about sailboats....
I first noticed him about three weeks ago when I just happened to look outside the window of my dorm room on the third floor. He was trimming the hedges around my dorm, Person's Hall. Being bi-sexual and much preferring women, I am not normally stunned by instant lust from a male. Oh I enjoy men sexually of course; a hard rubber or latex dildo attached to a...
Okay, my babies, here is Chapter 2. We're picking up the tempo now. Hope you are enjoying it. XO, L ***** SECOND MOVEMENT [A section of a musical composition in which the progression of the piece continues to unfold...] Jake paced around his swank hotel room, unable to sit still. It was easier when Frankie was just a distant fantasy - an idealized pro...