Thanks to ebony4whitemen for help with editing and for giving advice (if you like the story it's because of Ebony, if you don't; that's my fault). If you haven't already read part one, I'll set the scene: Assistant Librarian, Effie, has met a man ('H') who has promised that he is the one to give her all the pain and humiliation she needs. He has told her t...
He slammed her back against the wall and then his lips were on hers, she burned from their touch and shivered involuntarily. She clutched at his shoulders as his lips trailed a line of fire down her throat to the junction of her shoulder. He nipped at the skin and she thought that she would die of pleasure. With a moan he whispered in her ear, "You're drivin...
Vanville is a small college town; small college, small town. The Van part is for vanilla. At least, that is how I viewed it during my four years there. Being a 22 year old freshman with limited funds I needed a job and a place to stay. My guidance counselor was not much help with either so I took a room near the school and continued to look for employment....
We went on to read how he brought her to the island and they were married when she was 13 and he was 24. From the entries in the diaries we read of the intense love they shared, but their love was doomed, as she died at 24, leaving him crushed by the loss. He locked himself in the house with her lifeless corpse for nearly a month, secretly burying her with...
I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather's neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, "MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOIN...
Damon had waited as patiently as he could, but five years was long enough. He refused to sit on the sidelines any longer. He wanted her. Now that she was free from her marriage, he wasn't going to waste any more time pondering about what could be. As he stood outside her room, he took in a deep breath. No matter what happened that night, he wasn't leavin...
[New Message From: Home] I looked at the screen of my cell phone for a few long seconds. Then I opened the message. [Happy New Year's Eve, Leon] the text message read. [Hope you're staying warm. Did you decide to go out tonight?] I could hear water dripping from my kitchen sink. I pressed REPLY, and started typing: [Yeah. Just arrived. Probably be busy f...
Raj was out and about again, finding solace in his alone time. The graveyard he prowled was eerie and quiet. There was even a little night mist wafting over the green close-cut grass. This place crawled with creatures of the dark when the moon came out. It always had. There was rumor that there was a Slayer around. One who went out looking for trouble to squ...
It was her again! She wasn't the only girl in college with long black hair, and there were probably other girls who were taller and slimmer, so perhaps I could have been mistaken. But there was one characteristic that singled her out from all the other girls - she always wore a catsuit! She wore lots of different styles depending on her situation and the...
[Although its not strictly necessary, I do believe it is best to read the original "Not My Type" storyline before delving into Rhiannon's story - there is a lot of character background and development there which I've chosen not to rehash in these upcoming chapters - in my mind it's really all one story anyway. I hope you enjoy the new directions I chose to...