I crept into our house as quietly as I could, as I didn't want to awake my wife, Jeannetta. I knew she would be sleeping.. but as I entered, I was proved wrong. I heard Jeanetta's voice coming from the upstairs master bedroom, or rather the room next to the master bedroom. Let me tell Ya first.. as you walked into our house, to the right there was a coat c...
Curled up in a ball on my oversized chair, wrapped in a red, fluffy blanket, my book is precariously balanced in my left hand. My right arm wrapped around my body keeping the cool night air from reaching my soft naked skin. The heating had turned off hours ago, but I was determined to finish this book. Eyes burning with exhaustion, arms aching, digging myse...
The church was non descript when compared to a great City Cathedral but for the village it was their defining piece of architecture. Perched on a hill flanked by an overgrown apple orchard and the dotted teeth of cemetery stones it was a reminder of the past, a reflection of the present, and subjugation of the future. Tonight however this stage of alters, s...
Chapter Seventy-Five: Dwarven Politics The first discrepancy between the real Orzammar and the game was stairs. There was a massive flight of stone stairs, wide enough for a platoon of soldiers to march in formation, leading down into the mountain. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. It made little sense that you would enter at high altitude, even wi...
Hours seemed to pass as they stood against the countertop, every slight movement of him inside her sending new waves of pleasure through her over-stimulated sex. Lexi lifted herself off the counter slightly, wishing she could keep him inside her forever. As she turned partly, she could see Josh will a smile on his face, taking in the view and the whole momen...
It was an unseasonably warm August day, only two weeks before I would start college. The sun seemed unnaturally bright to me; the lack of clouds made me angry, infuriated at the sky's inappropriate cheer. It was a day for picnics and flirtation. Mothers are not buried on such days, I thought to myself. My mother deserved somber greys; the world should have b...
I brushed the wet heavy snow off the stone bench and laid down my blanket and thermos. "Hello, Lu," I said. "It's sunny today, one of those thaw days in February when all you can hear is trickling and dripping water and you can smell the cedar and yew trees and that indefinable something in the air that promises that spring will eventually arrive." I poured...
This is a romance with nonhuman elements. It is a chapter story that I'll update as quickly as time allows. This is an original work of fiction. Copyright © 2015 by Catharina_Lit ~ All rights reserved. This work or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author except for the use o...
'Good morning, Alice! Oh! I did not know you had company! I will speak to you later, Love.' 'Don't go, Terry! This is Molly, my daughter! I was telling her all about you. What a lovely man you are! Say hello to Terry, Molly.' 'I must say you have brought back a grin to my Mum's face, Terry. I am very pleased to meet you. I'm a lonely widow-woman too. I was...
+++++++ She was driving home from the Doctor's appointment; steering with her right hand while her left rested on her stomach. She was thinking of the future and her husband as she approached the intersection. The light was green her way and had been for a bit as the stopped traffic had cleared out. She was half way through the intersection when the street...