CHAPTER 1 - JOINING THE CARAVAN Sala Joyrah gasped as the cold water splashed down her bare back. She was standing in the river along side her parents' house. She was washing up before their Caravan Ceremony in the center of the village. Sala was a half Selkie half Clavat girl who was the newest addition to Tipa's Caravan. There were three others in the Ca...
The Carpathian Mountains in autumn are cold and cruel. In addition to capricious weather, early nightfall often makes travel after dinnertime hazardous at best. The unsympathetic terrain, even at the somewhat more benign base of the mountains, can be deadly if one is unfamiliar with the jagged rocks and gnarled trees that seem to grasp and claw at the unwary...
Chapter One "I'm gonna kill that fuckin' Carol!" I mumble as Henry's cock continues to plow into and out of my ass. 'Who the fuck are you kidding?' I ask myself. 'You love every minute of it. It's consensual ass rape. Something that you've fantasized about for years. Only, it's by the pizza guy! Not your hubby. Shit, the prick's probably fuckin' some whor...
Note about the author: English is not my first language, in fact, it is not even my second language, I'm bilingual, and English is neither of those languages. So spelling and grammar are what they are. Idioms, phrases, etc., probably are used strangely, since the language and culture are foreign to me. Disclaimer: This story is not intended for people unde...
I suppose after 15 years of marriage you could say we were in a sort of sexual rut, a happy rut, but a rut nevertheless. Janice and I married young, she was 18 and I was 19, both of us went to the marriage bed as innocent virgins with no practical experience or knowledge to guide our first amorous fumblings. Sex became a joy in our lives, once we had the han...
It was the third night in a row that I woke in a cold sweat with Ashley's name on my lips, and my neighbor was bitching again and hitting his buzzer frantically. We had both asked that I be transferred to a separate room but the hospital told us they were full and would accommodate as soon as possible. The dream wouldn't leave. It stayed with me during the d...
It's been a while since I wrote anything... So I thought I'd break up the winter monotony with this little tale. If there is a message here; it is that life entails choices. And the hard part of living it is making the right choice. The plot re-introduces three people from another of my stories. And I have to add that it was a pleasure revisiting old friends...
Port George was never a town I would have chosen to visit. It sat a really rocky outcrop on the North Cornish side of the Bristol Channel and took the full force of the North Atlantic weather. The village, jutting out on ragged cliff edges, wasn't the most welcoming place to be even at the height of summer and you kind of got the feeling that the Gulf Strea...
FLASHBACK I think I'm in the clear for now. The police have come and gone, and the hotel staff has cleared the hallway outside my room. If I could, I'd try to get some sleep, but after what I've just been through, that would be difficult. So I'll try to write down exactly what happened this week, while it's fresh in my mind, in case my lawyer needs it in t...
It says in Ecclesiastes "time and chance happens to them all." Before recent events, I believed things happened for a reason. Now I am not so sure. Everything used to be knowable and predictable. Mark and I had a wonderful life. We had a circle of friends and were heavily involved in our church. I was thinking that in another two or three years, the time wo...