Part 1 -- Roses Are Red *Note -- this is part of a longer erotic series with a slow build. The following two chapters do not contain explicit sex. 10 They say the night before her execution, Catherine Howard stayed up all night in the Tower, rehearsing how to look ladylike when she knelt, and laid her head on the block. Divorced, beheaded, and died. Di...
I walk over and look through the window into the training room. I see that Debbie has finished her session and now Sarah has Carol nursing on her. I turn up the volume so I can hear what Sarah is saying to her. "My little girl is wet. She needs to have her diaper changed, why didn't Momma Debbie do it before she left? Or maybe my little girl likes a wet dia...
Craig Lundquist was finding it difficult to go to sleep. He wasn't thinking about the "Long Shots" training he was about to undergo the next morning and all that it entailed. Nor was he thinking so much about his tremendous attraction for Holly McKenzie, although he did try, but in vain, to dispel the images crowding his troubled mind with thoughts of her. W...
I want to thank readers for comments, both public and private, kind and unkind, regarding my writing. I also want to thank the authors here for their stories and feedback to teach me new ideas and forms on how to get things out of my head. Finally, I want to thank James Blackshaw, whose music was an inspiration while I wrote this. Some of his album titles be...
"You should celebrate. We should celebrate," her best friend, Bonnie, said, all cheery and upbeat. "Celebrate? You've got to be joking." "Hey. Getting divorced isn't the end of the world. It's...it's a new beginning. It's a different door opening when the old one closed. It's..." "Bonnie? Can you please give it a rest?" "Sorry. I'm just trying to cheer y...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. (Author's notes: This story is a sequel to A Prison Break. I suggest that three part story be read prior to reading In the Wake of That Night although I believe it can be a "stand alone" piece. This is a story about different kinds of love, loss, longing, guilt, and sadness. It's also about hope. There...
He was lost to the fire, in the dance above the embers. Lost in that glow -- pulsing red tinged with black and white -- feeding ascent, always to the stars, force always dissipating. A snapping sound, pulled from the trance, and he watches sparks lift in the twilight, climbing towards fronds leaning from the trades. He saw them then. The girl -- no, a woma...
I want to start by thanking BlackRandi for giving me the opportunity to participate in the Magical Mystery Tour event and for editing my story for me. I just hope that this story is worthy of the work Randi put into correcting my many mistakes. This story has connections to three previous stories of mine. Two of them are pretty obvious, but the third not so...
Chapter 6 - Checkups Dave sat in an easy chair in the home of Cory and Lean Donaldson, two members of the Atlanta Group. The home was on newly acquired private property on a large plot of land about halfway between Atlanta and Macon, Georgia. The land owner was Owen Bennett. Dave, Alice, Owen, Julie, and Cricket had flown up in Dave's jet on Friday afternoo...
Chapter Six Growth of Love Valerie stood on the steps, watching the cab pull up to the door. Getting in, she cringed involuntarily as she leaned back on the sore marks and welts on her back and legs. Telling the driver where to take her, she smiled at the memories of how the soreness came about. "Are you all right, lady?" "Yes. Just a little sore." "I t...