Please check my profile for ways to get in contact with me and stay updated on what's being written/published. Thank you for reading! ***** Duncan That next morning, Duncan awoke to two female voices talking quietly. He looked left and didn't see them, then looked around the room. They were sitting at the foot of the bed, talking quietly. Kelly was naked...
As she heard the front door slam shut behind Ray, Laura was gripped simultaneously by both a sense of guilt over what she had done, and a sense of panic. She wanted nothing more than to lie there basking contentedly in a sexual afterglow, reflecting on what just happened. Instead, she suddenly realized she would have to scurry around the house cleaning up an...
Much like the Narrator from the film we had watched that evening I was unable to sleep, and seeing as how I'm doing somewhat of a narration myself perhaps I have more in common with him than I think. Whilst I wasn't exactly an insomniac my bed did feel like it stretched out for miles. It felt empty; and I had never felt more alone in my own bed in my entire...
I have no editor so I have down my best to make corrections. Should errors in grammar or spelling distract you from the story please save yourself any unpleasant moments and pass this story. Thanks to those that encourage. * Stratton awoke Saturday morning. He was feeling the warmth of a wonderful dream, although he couldn't fully remember it. His hand fel...
Chapter 35 Our passion burned hot, too fast, too uncontrollable copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 Late morning, Tuesday, December 18th Zuma Beach, Malibu... Alessa... We walked side-by-side, heading toward the beach. His companions were nowhere to be seen. Was it safe enough we didn't need them, Christmas coming and all, or did he j...
Author's Notes: With the thought of the Tales of the Arabian Nights, this is a modern account of how two people from distinctly different worlds are drawn together in storybook fashion. For those readers whose cultures may be part of the plot, please allow a liberal amount of literary license and use of stereotypes to make the romance entertaining. For those...
Finding Mistress Arlene soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 y...
On the plane, we took to come back to Italy, there was another mixed couple like us: he was Italian, and she was from Moscow. They had the seats close to ours, just on the other side of the corridor. So we started to talk, and we became friends. They too had come to Moscow for the New Year, to visit the parents of hers. And they too lived in Tuscany, close t...
For TDM ON THE FIRST WARM DAY last spring, I decided it was time to clear out some undergrowth around my yard. It had been 15 months since Trudy died, and I had done nothing except mow the lawn a few times without much enthusiasm. Some people manage grief by gardening or other useful activity. That wasn't my style, but now even I could see something needed...
This story is a work of fiction except for the backstory which reflects my youth which like most like minded individuals growing up in the 80's and 90's were thought that are feelings are perverse and were something to hide in shame of. Over the last few decades I have learned that love cannot be quantified, stereotyped, or stiffened for the sake of "decency...