Special Note: For those readers not from New York where it is wide spread cultural knowledge, 'mishigas' is a Yiddish word meaning nonsense. ******************** In Chapter 1 we met Melissa Smith-Jones. She was the mistress of Mike, a wealthy man who kept her in style in a fancy New York apartment. She bragged to her best friend Jane that Mike was taking h...
Brief Acknowledgements This story was an experiment by me and my patient and amazing husband. We wrote it together, in collaboration, just for ourselves, and both liked it so much that we wanted to put it up somewhere so others could appreciate it too. Although we both wish to remain nameless, I want to give him credit for most of the material from the male...
"Dang it!" I said as I looked through he archives. I couldn't find a file on the strange elf that saved me. I had been looking all day for anything on him. The bright sun overhead shone down through the branches of the tree, casting odd shadows across the floor with bright spots of light throughout. I've searched through the archives for any male elf from...
Upon their arrival, the gym was packed with sweaty bodybuilders of every shape and color, pumping iron without effort. Darla met Isabella in the women's locker room, who knowingly asked, "how was the machine?" Darla then said, "it broke me! I'm a slave to it! Now I know what sex addiction is, and I love it!!!" Isabella then told Darla how tonight would pro...
The small group took the rest of the day and all the next to recuperate from the attack and finish processing the bear. Early the next morning they took off for what was once Birmingham, Alabama years in the future or perhaps was that city on another timeline. It took the group three more days to reach the location from which Roger had departed. When they ca...
Slowly she realized she wasn't listening to the lecture and her cheeks reddened. She had zoned out again. She tried to focus on the professor who was talking about the psychological and psychophysical effects of interactions in different relationships. Apparently she hadn't missed too much, he was discussing the difference in effects of hugging with a person...
**************** Chapter 3 **************** Damien surveyed the surroundings at the Getty Villa. Loretta was here for a Vogue magazine cover photoshoot to be titled "GODDESS OF SONG: Loretta opens up about love in her life." Neither Bryan nor Damien liked the lack of pre-detail, not to mention the venue was filled with tourists. The men were used to worki...
Malcolm MacDougall stood in Dunollie, looking at the brilliant display lighting up the early morning sky. The sun broke the horizon and lit the morning in golden brightness, but the brightness on Lismore outshone it, making those in and around the castle take note of it. What bothered Malcolm about it, was the closeness to where the birlinns were hidden. A...
He knew he ought to leave. The passing over into the fluid new dimension he inhabited these days had occurred long ago, though it felt like no time had passed at all. He wished he'd known the small trouble of dying had naught to do with ceasing to exist in that initial stage of "life." If only he'd known things would only get better! Still, as he traversed...
It was a dull, rainy Sunday and Maria was bored out of her mind. No lover, a crappy day, and it being the weekend meant she was doomed to stay indoors and remain bored. She had tried masturbating earlier but other things kept popping into her head. Therefore, she was left horny AND bored and walked into the living room. With a sigh, she plopped down on her c...