Sir Bertrand was stretching his bulging muscles in his hall after a hard day of hunting when the king's herald was ushered into his presence. Sir Bertrand guessed immediately that he was going to be summoned on yet another quest. He sighed; had he not already dispatched the wild Wyrm of Wyndham, the diabolical Demon of Darkwood, and the gruesome Gryphon of G...
1970 seemed to Sid the year that the excitement had ended. The mini skirt had turned to the dull maxi skirt, free love replaced by Mary Whitehouse and even the cars looked dull and unimaginative in design. They were like blue or silver cigarette cases on wheels. The sixties had been great, full of taboo breaking sex, brilliant music, and rebellion against...
He knew she wanted him. He had warned her, after all, as if his nature wasn't clear enough. He chuckled, a deep malignant sound. As if . . . She had known and she still wanted him. Today's world was so sweet. The cynicism of modern people made gathering his pleasure so much easier. No one believed in anything anymore. Even as recently as a century ago,...
Gabriela Casimiro was not pleased. Women like her didn't wander through suburban malls on a chilly Christmas Eve. They didn't wait in ridiculously long lines. And they certainly didn't get shoved forward, backward and sideways by the overweight and overloaded shoppers surrounding her. Fucking Christmas, she thought with a discernible sneer. It was bad enoug...
Sarah's soft sigh of contentment woke Brian a few hours later. They were snuggled beneath a wool blanket, the glowing embers of the fire still keeping the interior of the cabin warm and cozy. Brian held her cradled spoonlike against him, and he smiled, nuzzling her neck with soft kisses to wake her up. Sarah blinked several times, sighing again as she snugg...
My name is Theo. Well, I was born Teodoro Juarez, but everyone calls me Theo. I'm a bricklayer. And I'm married. Recently married, in fact. I married Sofia three years ago, long enough to get comfortable with married life, but we're still in the honeymoon phase. We have a son. He's not quite two. I keep telling myself this: I have a son and a wife and I lo...
It was cold and raining when I finally reached my last delivery for the night. As I walked up the hill from my car, I noticed there were few lights on. Just as well since they ordered a medium pepperoni and nothing else. As I edged near the door, I couldn't hear much coming from the house, as if they were waiting for me or something. I got ready to ring the...
Summer, 2002. In late August around here the sun still hangs high above the horizon at seven at night and it doesn't get black until about eleven, but the clear air is starting to cool and the winds approaching dusk whisper that fall's brief rainy prelude to winter's long gray hand is not far off. I have been alone for about ten days. I catch myself clenchi...
Many thanks to Todger65 for helping me with editing! ***** Isonei bolted from the bath giggling. Draeseth had put his clothing back on with the exception of his outer tunic and belt. Those she had put on and grinned impishly at him, but she hadn't tied the belt well. He'd pulled it free and held it in his hands making the doubled belt snap with a wicked g...
Rose had just returned from another disastrous blind date, set up for her by a dating company called "Sure Thing Dating Service." From the five dates she had been sent on by that particular company, she could only assume that the guys that registered there took "Sure Thing" to mean "Guaranteed Sex." Even if the guy wasn't butt ugly, which was generally the c...