Chapter 3 A Stranger in the Room I stepped out of the Crown Vic and walked slowly to the door of the Airstream. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do with Sally Baynes. She was too damn sure of herself for my liking. My home was a one bedroom affair. If she was staying, there wasn't much doubt about where she thought she'd be sleeping. Any other woman...
"Peach." Donna waited for a response. She felt fairly certain that she was correct but under the circumstances she just couldn't be sure. The delay, a few seconds that felt like minutes, increased her apprehension. Was she right? What was going to happen? She felt his tongue gently licking at her nipple. A sense of relief came over her as a warm glow spr...
Catherine tossed her schoolbag onto her desk and rolled her shoulders. Resenting the load the public school imposed upon her even in senior year, she decided that the homework her teachers deemed 'necessary' could rot. She smiled, knowing what her friend would think of such rebellious thoughts. "Where was he today," she asked herself as she stood before her...
Hi. Still trying to find an editor but I am looking over my work alot more now. The last part of the story is there because the dance festival becomes a big part of the story later on so I just thought it was best to give some infomation on it. Comment and rate please. ******************************** Katie: The morning after the party and I had the wor...
Author Note: I thought and thought about this which is always a sign of naughty things to cum. So, here's the thing. I love and adore an actor who is thirty-five years older than me and he's married and I'm married. I have had a thing for Him since the moment I watched Him portray His infamous vampire character Jerry Dandridge. Hmm, stunning and damned sex...
There was a notorious gay bar in my college town. I liked to go there once in a while because it was such a wild and uninhibited place. I had no personal interest in gay sex, but enjoyed the outrageous scene. You could smoke a joint while dancing, do lines at your table, and quite a few people would be walking around and dancing half naked. I have never see...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord * That went well – NOT! I was back on my island hillock, sitting against a pine tree, with my cape intertwined in the boughs above me shedding the persistent drizz...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...
As I stood in the entrance to the club, my eyes adjusting to the dimness, I heard my name being called from the tables to the left. "Brian, over here." I still couldn't see beyond a few feet but I could follow my ears. She was on me before I saw her, her luscious mouth crushing mine in a hard embrace, followed by her arms and body pasted to mine. I put my ha...
This is one of those second person point-of-view vignettes that many writers claim can't be done well. To top THAT off, it's in the present tense. Strike two, you groan! Go ahead, roll your eyes—but read it anyway. You just might enjoy it. If you don't tell, no one will ever know. *wink* ~ ~ ~ So, this business trip you're on—dull, isn't it? The days are l...