(Note. As always, since this story is drawn from "Bridget's Nights" it takes place while she still was undead. For my changes to the vampire mythos as they apply to her, see Chapter One of the original story above. Once again, Bridget feels herself to be human, regardless of the fact her heart doesn't beat. In fact, she always has told me she gets more flack...
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story! * Dannii looked up to see her manager give her a thumbs up through the glass of the recording studio window as she finished off the vocals from her latest run t...
"Paradise." I shielded my eyes with one hand, looking out over the tremendous expanse of granite and ice, then shrugged with one shoulder as I turned back to Claudia. "You know. Give or take maybe one or two thousand years. Call it two." A light, freezing wind blew around us both, bone-dry; for all the ice, the place was technically a desert. No snowstorms...
When I was growing up, I always thought winter came in two colours. There were white days, when everything looked as though it was covered in a fine icing and the frozen grass would crunch under my feet while I practiced making smoke rings on the frosty air. Then there were grey days, a multitude of variations on the same colour, as if God himself had switch...
We've lived next to each other, raised our kids together, and have been best friends since, what...the better part of sixteen, maybe seventeen years; yeah, closer to seventeen. Janet and I built our house when Denise was still in diapers. Anyway, Bill and Lisa are either always at our house, or Janet and I are over at their house, or we are all together at t...
"So what's the score for tonight?" Karen asked, putting the final touches to her make-up in the dressing table mirror. "Noise abatement raid." I told her, pulling her policewoman uniform out of the closet and laying it neatly on the bed as I got into my own outfit. "Stag night curtain call at the best man's house. They want it video taped so I'll be with yo...
This is the final installation of Cassandra's business trip. This part is longer than the other ones. There was no logical point to break this one into two separate parts without disrupting the flow of the story. Hope you have enjoyed this series. This story was written seven years ago so it has been sometime since I have written. I will continue to write ab...
Author's Note: this story has a little bit of everything... hot sex, a little bit of alpha-male, a little bit of BDSM, a little bit of spanking, a fair amount of exhibitionism/voyeurism, a little bit of anal play, etc. etc. Because of its length and the fact that it's hard to categorize, I put it in the novella category. Please don't forget to vote by indica...
"Bollocks," I heard myself saying, as the A4 sized folder slipped from my under my arm and fell to the floor in the middle of the Starbucks. As I bent down, I quickly looked around, hoping no one had heard me, maybe I had said it under my breath, I rather ambitiously thought. I heard a nicely modulated, male voice say. "Hey, let me help?" I didn't look at...
Several thanks to the folks who helped me with suggestions on various makes/models of cars, and to the mechanics that helped when I picked their brains! Thanks to estragon, copy editor and other Litsters that took the time to read this for me prior to submission. All of the characters are fictional, as is the story. I hope you enjoy my 2012 Earth Day entry....