My family operates a shipyard in Victoria that specializes in refits of medium range luxury vessels ranging from cruisers to catamarans. Tern is a forty six foot luxury sailing vessel and we had just completed a major refit on her. Tern is a single mast sloop with full cabin and full accommodations and first class all the way. We had just replaced the gas e...
Despite my promise to limit this story to two installments, the characters have suggested more. This is the third part of their story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the first two parts first will put this continuation of the story in context. I suppose that I should apologize for this story's length. This story is a wo...
Marcus tried to steady his hand as he brought the paintbrush closer to the figurine on his desk. He wanted to get the color just right, it wouldn't do to have a Voskon Warlord look improperly dressed on his throne. "Marcus! Where are you? I have great news!" The loud voice echoing in the entryway of his house broke his concentration, and he was just able t...
Dear Readers, Your loyalty to this story inspires me. These two love so hard and there is a healing in that love. The sub and dom dynamic that is growing between them is one way that her healing is facilitated. This has been a wonderful ride for so many years but all good things must come to an end. Once Lynne's healing has occurred I will be leaving thes...
It was the Night Before Christmas... "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please have your attention for a moment." the young man in the neatly pressed blue suit said as he stepped in front of the ticket counter. He had to repeat himself several times before the din of the crowd subsided enough for him to be heard. "Oh shit, this can't be good." Ilyssia Giord...
"Fuck," I muttered as I pulled uselessly at the convenience store door. Of course it would be closed. After everything that had happened today, I really should have seen this coming. Or perhaps even without my own personal grievances, I should have predicted that maybe in the middle of a snowstorm in a city that rarely got more than a dusting of snow, a few...
Hey everyone, this is the conclusion for "The Storm". Sorry about the delay – there's always tons of distractions. Please give me your feedback; whether you loved or hated the story and why – and keep an eye out for my next story. You might like it. Enjoy! =============================================== Sonya couldn't sleep. She had been tossing and tu...
There's another dream in the middle of this chapter. I swear there won't be another after this chapter, but I had to give Maisie her share of flashback time. ;) ---------------------------------------- Maisie slid the last of the empty produce crates into the back of the pickup truck. She huffed out a long breath as she closed her eyes and wiped her brow o...
The Island, Twilight The horizon was gorgeous. Night fought arrival to the day's sleepy end with vibrant pink lightning strokes in the multi- hued distance. The apple bodied man walked the barren beach in blue shorts silence as he led the short naked woman by pink ribbons bowed around her erect, pierced nipples. She moaned in a deep pleasure and curious ex...
Someone once claimed that I am insane. > "I've got you under my skin." (as made famous by Mr. Frank Sinatra) >> There are certain odd couples that one normally wants to avoid. Stormy waters and straight razors is one. >>> Who am I to judge? * * * The slim lines of the fifty feet sloop shot through the water like a torpedo and the wake painted a str...