Author's note: I did this one a while back, let me know what you think and if you like it, i will submit the other chapters for it, if not, well, can't win them all "Here we are darlin', you sure you won't go on to New York with me?" The trucker who had picked her up in Miami grinned at her as she gathered up her duffel bag from the bunk. "You've been goo...
The following is historical fiction. None of the characters are real. The events portrayed could have happened and many like them did. * In the spring of 1939, Nikolai Rostov's parents called upon Anna Fedorova's parents. Anna was sent to her room while the older adults talked. "Do you think the next Five-Year Plan will include an expansion of the factor...
AUTHOR NOTE: Hello, readers! This idea came from a dream, so it's a little bizarre. Sorry if this backstory chapter is boring and slightly disturbing. The story gets better later. They'll be freedom and sexy lesbian nymphs for all. My endings are always happy. -------- The north wind blew a chilling gust, laced with the remnants of winter. Sarielle hugged...
* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 6 Saturday dawned wonderfully dreary. The rain pelting the windows made a delightful sound. It signaled a rainout for the Deacon's painters. Chris was away all afternoon, on a play-date with cousins. Which meant she’d have lingering time alone with Sam, while he made the promised plumb...
Welcome back! Unfortunately, we're still sex-less, but I promise it'll be good when it gets here. I'm working on the story, I promise, and I'll upload more when I get it written. I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter, but I'm getting back in the groove of writing, so the next chapter shouldn't take so long to get out. Any comments you have are welcome....
(A Dylan James Story) Dylan was tired. He had been driving non-stop except for gas for about five hours. It was approaching 8 o'clock and he was about 20 miles south of Morgan Hill. He needed to stop for the night and he knew just the place. It was called the Dew Drop Inn and Campground. It was a stupid name, but the place was clean and cheap. These were tw...
The snow had melted away, making way for the rising flowers of spring. The Rising Jewels, the beautiful mountains that had always enchanted the locals, were displaying their spring colors. Many couples preferred to marry in this time. Because of that, there was a greater variety of flowers on sale than there would be during the summer. Temples that represent...
I hear her retreating steps and focus my attention on Andrew. His breathing is shallow and short, his heart is fast but strong. His fingers are black, a sign of no oxygen in his blood. His airways are not blocked and otherwise everything appears normal. He wants to cry but can't get a breath. Claire appears at my side and I open the bag, retrieving a small c...
Miles Lider raised his brow at the picture in front of him. He wasn't bothered at the next applicant being a woman. What bothered him was the bubblegum. Why was the gum sparkling? Why was her bra showing? Who wears pig tails in their thirties? What sort of person would send a picture without their face in their resume? It all came down to the bubblegum, whic...
I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...