Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to David who is back onboard proofreading for me again and thank you once again to Kate for being my second set of eyes. I hope you continue to enjoy this series. ~ellie. ***** "Fuck! She's gone?" Noah asked, incredulously. "Gone where? How?" "No one knows. No one saw anything. We're tracking down the night nur...
Viviana swung her legs off of the stale, straw mattress and set her feet on the cold, wooden floor. The inn was austere, but the room served its purpose, and it was all she could afford. She rose cautiously, anticipating the bone-deep pain that was becoming all too familiar, and peeked around the window curtain to see the horizon beginning to glow with the b...
Author's note: Last chapter...finally! Thanks to all of you who stuck with it. I hope you enjoy the conclusion. I've stalled on posting this chapter for quite some time for one basic reason. There's no sex in it. Yes, I know the site is for erotic fiction, but I couldn't find a way of putting it in that didn't seem contrived and after all the time I'd put...
My athletic ability should never have been the bane of my life. Running freed my spirit, gave me a sense of power as I drove myself to greater speeds. I was fourteen when I discovered that I could cover 80 metres faster than other boys in my school. At 15 I was area champion at 100 metres. Passing years have revealed that there are mothers who need to contr...
Author's note: This is a fictional story of a meeting between a mature man and a sexy lady 28 years younger. It's a long, at times funny and positive story that takes time to develop. If you're looking for wham/bam sex this is not the story for you. Part One: The Meeting. It was almost unbearably hot and humid outside the car but relatively cool inside tha...
It was typical of me to do something nice for the women in my office on holidays, especially Valentine's Day. I wasn't the office boss or even any sort of manager, just a guy who liked to do small things out of the kindness of my heart to make the people around me feel a little better about the day. I worked for a small advertising consulting company in the...
Bill and Anna didn't say much on their taxi ride. Anna scooted over beside Bill and rested her head on his shoulder pretty much as soon as the car began to move and was soon overtaken by sleep, breathing softly. In turn, he put his arm around her shoulders. The car left the grounds of the house and began the descent from the high valley-side where the plush...
Hank Murphy scanned the sky for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The sky was clear except for the four North American FJ-4 Fury jets far below and in front of his plane. He scanned the sky again, then concentrated his search to the north. That is where any playmates were likely to come from. He saw a slight glimmer out to the north, low. He c...
Thanks to all the wonderful Readers who have supported me and my fictional friends over these fifty-plus projects (the first fifty numbered Smokey Sagas and additional stuff in between). After writing and posting all these, I decided to write an "anthology" of sorts, commemorating the first fifty stories, but for a number of reasons, I've decided against pub...
The day had unfolded like most July days in Michigan, with the sun climbing fast and the temperatures, as well as the humidity climbing quickly too. Rebecca Cheeks was on her way to meet the owner of a strip mall who needed some contract work done and he had called her on the advice of a fellow businessman. It was about 12:20 p.m. and her appointment was f...