Author's Note This story is based on my original erotic novella, Rhiana, from a series that I am now calling "Circle of Denial." If you enjoy this story and want to know more about the Circle of Denial, please read Rhiana, available at my member page. This story steps subtly outside of my comfort zone. I am not experienced in the field of desperation, but...
Jasper walked along the street with the crowd. His aim was to see the great Zabernian Orchestra perform one of its works in the Central Park. They were one of the hottest bands of the moment. Their wall of sound, which contained a variety of textures, far wider than the average, was much desired by audiences everywhere; so much so that it was difficult to ge...
Thanks again to my wonderful editor Jazcullen, who has patience of a saint. * I waited in the darkness for days. Of course I was stuck in the body of a wolf so at least I could see in the dark. All I did for those long days was pawl back and forth, in endless frustration. It felt like and eternity before I was once more back in my naked human form. I fel...
The theme song from one of my favorite shows blaring from my cell phone woke me from a very sensual dream. Reaching blindly for my phone, I glared at the screen. Text from my best friend, Mary. Wonder what she wanted this time. "You up???" "It's 8 a.m. On my day off. Why would I be up?" I quickly replied back. "Oh. Ok... but is there any way you can pick...
Author's Note - Well dear readers, here it is - the next instalment of Two Thousand and Ten. Apologies if you have waited a long time for this as I have been busy with other projects, but hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter. Please feel free to comment or send reviews (as long as they're positive!) Disclaimer - I am not a legal professional, so apologi...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * My rich uncle Ken has three lovely daughters and a ruined castle. I have been friends w...
CHAPTER 4 -- STORMING THE CASTLE I awoke to the loud squeal of the subway car as we slowed down. I opened my eyes and squinted through the brightness. I groaned in pain as I straightened up into a seated position. Damn, my muscles were sore! Eric must have laid his camouflage jacket across me while I slept because it slid to the ground as I sat upright. He...
Hello reader(s) – I am new to this (as of September 05) but have been encouraged to try my hand at story writing based on the feedback I have received from a number of boyfriends who have been really turned on by my stories of real life sexual adventures. I would appreciate if anyone who reads them would give me feedback to encourage me to continue or perh...
Both Marjory and Lisa were quite competitive, and despite the age difference their pace was similar. Each pushed herself harder than she would have if running alone, so within a quarter of an hour they were both breathing heavily and shining with sweat. Marjory had also been overdoing it deliberately because shortly before sprinting off, Lisa had whispered...
I stared at the clock on my computer screen as it ticked away each laborious minute of the year-long day I was having. With the interview I had just completed still fresh in my head, I was desperately seeking the inspiration to put the information on paper, though failing miserably. "Finally!" I sighed as the clock marked noon. I suppose I could have left...