It was Friday night. Most people my age were going to parties or taking their significant others out on a date. Some folks were staying home with their significant others and having naked, sexy fun together. Buffy and I were getting together with Spike so we could track down a skinwalker and kill it. Or maybe we'd track down the skinwalker and just barely...
Synchronistic rescue by soul mates leads to sacred sex. This is a work of fiction, a fantasy, written as a way of exploring some possibilities of synchronicity as well as psychic and sacred sexuality. This story is hard to characterize. It clearly fits in Mature, Erotic Couplings, First Time - several times over, Romance and even a unique form of Group Sex...
This is the beginning of a rather long series (Prolog, ten chapters, and an epilog). There is also a follow up series in the works, so if this is well received I hope to continue the development of the characters. This is not a quick "stroke story" but it is not a novel either. Each story will be branded with the 'theme' that best fits. Story elements will i...
I guess I should start this narrative out by giving a little background information. Matthew Pearson is my name. I'm 43 years of age. I am a veteran of two wars, or conflicts I guess you could call them. Saw combat in the first, when I was just a tad over 18. Killed a few men, saved a few fellow Marines, saved a few civilians. Hero stuff I suppose. I don't t...
Landon and Kyla arrived at the hospital in just enough time to find out from the nurses at the nurses' station that her aunt was being prepped for a C-section. Kyla's heart nearly sank at the news. She had talked to her aunt throughout her entire pregnancy and knew she would only agree to such a procedure if it were absolutely necessary. Landon saw the wor...
Part One: At The Art Museum A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern. "Would you look at that fucking pencil dick," a you...
Authors Forward: Again, thanks to you who gave encouragement and/or constructive criticism on my last submission. This submission below is yet another one about two people who DO NOT live next door. Hope you will enjoy. * My name is John Banks, I gained ownership of our condo at 30 but lost my wife and a whole lot of money three years ago when my divorce...
Dear Readers - Join me for a many part journey with the scion of a pioneer New England family as he and his brilliant female partners conquer the high tech startup world. ***** The Clinton Enterprises Saga - Part 1 - I Visit Emma in Vermont Chapter 1 - I Visit Emma in Vermont "Alec," Emma said, "you can't get over sex. You can get into it, you can get ou...
He looked at the chart plotter again, checked their depth carefully as he motored slowly into Squirrel Cove, a convoluted inlet on the southeast side of Cortes Island – and deep inside Desolation Sound. It was almost seven-thirty, and while the sun was still up, somewhere up there behind the clouds, they'd been at it all day – setting sail at four in the mor...
Kar'Toba was, of course, welcomed aboard the bridge in the same way that a visiting god or the physical reincarnation of the Emperor, or a prize agent might be welcomed aboard. With bows and doffed caps and murmured snatches of High Gothic that may have been complimentary but tended to be so half-recalled that the officers in question may have been telling h...