Author's notes: Trying something different with this story. This is a straight forward Romance. As always, I hope you enjoy it and are welcome to make comments and vote. Yes, this is a copywrited work of adult fiction and all legal disclaimers apply. Enjoy. What happens when you're hurling toward your thirtieth birthday and you figure out you're un-love...
Welcome to Part Four of The Florida Trip, aka The Baseball Trip: Season Two. You don't have to read the earlier stuff to get what's going on, but it'll definitely help. There is some light incest play in this one, so be warned. Everyone is over the age of 18. ***** I woke up feeling right with the world. The night before, I'd been with the terminally s...
Celebs: Keira Knightley. Codes: MF, oral, violence. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. This story is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are idealized. Any celebrities in the story are impersonated- poorly. I the author have no actual connection to any...
I woke up to the thud of the landing gear touching down at the airport in Phoenix. Despite sleeping for the three-hour flight from Chicago down to Arizona, I was still exhausted. But I smiled at the view out the plane's window. The cloudless sky was bluer than I had ever seen it. The sun was bright, the heat radiating from the runway as it baked the paveme...
When the jets landed at McCarran in Las Vegas, Bell limos were lined up to take everyone back to Trump Towers. For many, this was their first visit to Las Vegas and although they arrived in the morning, they were still impressed. Dani took everyone to the fifth floor apartments and told them to settle in. Holly wanted to meet with everyone in an hour. Mark...
The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
This farcical story is totally fictitious—no resemblance is intended to any persons dead or alive, or any organizations for that matter. The situation regarding the Parthenon Marbles is real, however. I have profound respect for the many individuals working to achieve an agreement on the future of these truly great works of art. Hopefully, someday, the Marb...
The Far Side of the Sun December Heidi Stillwell winced as the shrill throbbing cadence of her alarm clock penetrated the early morning fog, causing her to bolt upright even as she became aware of a deep pain resonating somewhere behind her right eye. She tried to rub five hours of sleep from her eyes, tried to connect with the realities of the day ahead,...
this story, like life often does, took an unexpected turn for the writer; i.e., this is not the story I planned to write when I started. It is, however, in my view, a satisfying story, and I hope it will find its audience. Still, there is the story I had planned to write, waiting to be told. That second version will be posted in a week or so. Jb7 Paid to Se...