[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
"Darla, what is this place?" "I have no clue Chrissy. But, it sounds fun, listen to that beat! Come with me?" She pulled my hand as she yanked open the dark glass door. We were out, celebrating my 22nd birthday and her 24th. There was loud music coming from inside, I went straight for the bar. I ordered us both a White Russian and left the cash on the bar,...
Sorry I've been gone so long. Work and lives besides my own have had me too distracted. A long loud and heartfelt shout out to rubyjac for being a fan and an excellent friend. And so here is my humble and heartfelt offering. Happy Reading ***** She lives the poetry she cannot write --Oscar Wilde Dax prayed as he watched his wife sleep. "Please, God...
After a long hot bath that went a long way towards calming her nerves, Andrea took a couple of sips of brandy after slipping on her pajamas for bed. Curling up under the covers and switching off the lamp to her right, as soon as the room went dark, the deep and foreboding angst about the Montclaire case slipped back into the forefront of Andrea's thoughts....
Chapter 1 The first few days were about maintaining Fenrick's control of the pack. He made some speeches, and made the first and most important decisions about who was staying and who he couldn't trust. There was fighting and tension as wolves vied for the best positions within Fen's pack. I was seen as a contender because I was related to Fen, though I was...
When Lajos and Natasha had finished their recording session of the Enescu Sonata, Lajos informed Natasha that he had a flight to catch early next morning. It was an eighteen hour flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina. He had several concert dates there as well as some in Brazil. Consequently, he had a hotel room near the airport. He suggested they go there to co...
It all started when my wife, Anna, turned 49. Not 39 or 50 or something typically momentous, but 49. She fell into a funk that was palpable - none of that usual joie de vivre, yet not outwardly angry or visibly depressed (not that I'm an expert in that sort of thing), just going through the paces kind of funk. She is the more introverted of our pairing, admi...
Mark had been working at the company for about 5 years. He got along well with his co-workers though the friendship was limited strictly to work and work functions. That is until Bob came to work on Mark's engineering team in October and in no time at all they were fast friends. They were about the same age, all of their kids were in college or recently grad...
This is approximately the half-way point in the story. If you want the complete version you may e-mail me and I will forward it as a Word document. Jack was right. The C.O. listened to his excuse and as he had heard a thousand just like it, confined him to barracks for fourteen days. The next two weeks were a mixture of torment and exhilaration; torment,...
Prologue When Alec had first clawed his way into commercial fashion photography (which wasn't at all flashy, but paid real money) he was grateful for one client in particular who gave him steady, repeat business and a predictable income stream. Alec was starting over in midlife with nothing to lose, but still needed to pay rent. The client was a local Chris...