Yet another evening listening to her recount the previous evening's date with yet another fiery end to yet another short romance, and I could tell that she was really struggling to understand this time. I couldn't understand how this guy could hold on to his ex with this beautiful creature standing before him, wanting him. Of course, I hadn't seen his ex, bu...
The grating of chains woke him from the sleep and he felt himself pulled forward, hung out over empty air. Pain glowed in his wrists, his hands, the muscles in his arms screaming in fiery ache. With the scraping of metal against metal. he descended through the air, dampness cooling against his naked skin. His feet scraped against rock and the squeal of scr...
Welcome to this new series of Stories, Which revolve around Murphy And his rules. Where what can go wrong, Will go wrong, At the worst possible time. And under the most worst-case scenario. Murphy at his best! Of course some have stated That Murphy was an Optimist! So welcome to the world of Mister Murphy! "Mars Probe Twelve-B" By Rugrat60...
Note: This is part of a larger work featuring a Dragon called Norman. The land (the Kingdom) where he lives is not found on modern maps, and the stories are as passed down by the great story-tellers of history. It was/is written purely for fun. And yes, it is English English. If you are looking for a story loaded with sexual encounters, look elsewhere. Thos...
It is perhaps understandable that Michael Chapman learned about love from the only teacher to ever read his mind, to touch his heart -- indeed, to reach his very soul. It was prescient that she did so only when the rest of his world was asleep, blanketed in the anonymity of each day's darkest hours. For it was during these times that he felt most alone, most...
In the Stygian night the growing sound of a whirring tick; like a struggling clock hand, fell on deaf ears. Presley and her handmaiden Gloria, were asleep in the small, Victorian house and a plain wooden clock on the mantle in the living room read almost one in the morning, that magical hour when the world seems most still. On the untouched table in that sam...
I propped myself up on one elbow and watched my wife. The look on her face was one I always long to see. She was totally lost in pleasure. Her eyes half closed as her head moved back and forth in the throws of excitement. Her breathing came in short gasps. Her whole body was twitching, arching, almost thrashing in her excitement. I felt her hand grasping me...
It's our five month anniversary and you've come to visit me in Wales for the weekend. We're playing our favourite game- staying at a hotel and spending as much time in bed as possible. It's early evening, but it's dark outside. We went down to dinner early and have spent the last two hours in the hotel restaurant discussing our relationship: how happy we are...
Chapter 3 – The Return On the darkened plains of Kimeth'kra, a group of Shadows moved across the ground like ink, taking their time to approach the massive fortress that stood before them. As they drew near to the edge of the fortress, they paused and one particular Shadow moved forward slightly, then continued to move forward steadily. The others followed...
This is the sequel to Flirting With Protocol, which is a suggested first read. There's more story than sex, but I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! xo, L&L *-*-*-*-* On their way back to Callie's house, she had filled Ryann in on the changing room incident with Michael, leaving out the details of her leaving the curtain open and how hard his c...