This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or over * Beck was treading water at the deep end, breathless with laughter. Twenty meters away on the patio, Maya dropped to a crouch, then sprang like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks. Reaching the pool’s edge she took a flying leap, hugging her knees to her chest the better to bomb he...
Chapter Four Frankie Comes Home For Lunch Carmela Robles fumbled through her key ring as she struggled to hold four plastic bags of groceries with one hand, until she finally found the correct key to her apartment's front door. Impatiently, the olive skinned twenty-three year old jabbed the key into the reluctantly yielding deadbolt, turning the knob merci...
*Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Litt...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Hi, this story is my official entry in the 2010 LITEROTICA Summer Lovin' Contest. It's also vying for a prize in the ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS contest that runs concurrently. It's your votes, the votes of readers around the world that will decide the contest winners -- please, after you've read the story, take the few extra seconds required to plac...
The few sun rays let in by the jungle trees made her purple eyes shimmer, Eteran saw something in them. Eteran saw a panther, waiting to be let out. No, that couldn't be true. She was not a half panther and human like he was. She had long, wavy, and exotic black hair. Black like a panther's fur, but it couldn't be true, could it? She always spent more time i...
* * * * * Improvisation, Op. 84, #5, Gabriel Faure Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (1.5 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~~* XIII. mai 1689, Versailles, l'Comte et 'son' fils *~~~ It was a beautiful spring day, the weather had...
She was sitting at her desk. Her office was the only one with a light on. The rest of the building was dark. But then it was 8:00 pm on a Friday night. The rest of the building, like most of the rest of the city, was busy starting the week-end. But not her. She was still at her desk. The reason I know she is still at her desk is because I'm still at mine. H...
"'Bye, Hon." Robert said as he kissed her on the lips. "Have a great day and remember that we're having dinner out tonight-just the two of us. Love you." Cathy, his wife, had impressed upon him years before that they needed to make time alone as a couple a regular part of their life. Thus, 'dinner out' had become a weekly date that they both considered of ut...
Being Sheriff of Tuckahoe County, Tennessee means I get to see a lot of things. I say, “get to see”, but sometimes, I’d rather they just left me out of it entirely. Some of the things I’m called upon to take care of aren’t much fun, like when Clarence Upton’s boy wrapped his old blue convertible around that big oak at the end of Miller’s Lane. Not pretty, th...