It was a clear evening. A gentle breeze blew through the trees and stars littered the sky, the moon hung large and heavy. A tall apartment block stood above the rest of the town like a concrete guardian. On the seventeenth floor a window was open. The room was small and sparsely decorated. The top half of the walls were lined with dark wood panelling, whils...
When I was younger I was very modest, and quite self-conscious about my body. I hated it when there were situations during school where I was forced to be naked in front of others, when I had to shower with another boy, for example. I even disliked going into changing rooms at public baths. But over the years my feelings about this began to change. I started...
Prologue I've been wanting to do a fun romance story for a while, but wasn't inclined to go into the tropes and cliches I see all too often in both Harlequin novels and erotica. Not that there's anything wrong with said tropes and cliches because I will admit I have some guilty pleasure from certain ones, and I know I'm not alone in this. But if this is not...
Why sexuality was created Sexuality is one of the most misunderstood and often misshapen forces active in our being. Some may wonder why God (or whatever you want to call God, the great spirit, etc.) of all things would create sexuality and its pinnacle-sex, only to be shrouded in so much mystery. Why would it create such a wonderful, feel-good thing only t...
New York is not an easy place to live. Anyone who says otherwise was either born with a big silver spoon in their mouth or is lying to make you feel like shit. Sure, there's a certain exhilaration that comes with the work, the competition, the glittering mirage of success always just out of your grasp. But sometimes it's a real goddamned grind. Things have...
(Femslash. Rory/Paris/Ms. Peters. Notes. This story takes place after my story "Detention". As far as I can determine Ms. Peters, the faculty advisor for "The Franklin" never had her first name given. Therefore I have chosen one for her. As always, the characters are not mine. They are the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino and belong to the WB and the CW. Th...
This is a sleazy fuck parody... It ain't real Hollywood, CA. 1:30 pm A Photography Studio I had rented out a very expensive studio to do a photoshoot... or so I thought... that would make a lot of noise... and make me a lot of money. It was a double photoshoot between two of the biggest name women in sports... former UFC and current WWE Women's Champion Ro...
I first met Mrs. Susan Noble on a volunteer committee for our neighborhood. She was the wife of a university professor, and I was just a student. Her grace and commitment to community betterment gained my respect, and she was quite a beauty for a woman past her prime. Mrs. Noble was probably in her late fifties. She was tall, shapely but not plump, and stil...
Zara heard her room curtains flapping about. She was warm asleep in her bed until she felt the icy breeze rake over her back giving her the chills. She pulled her blanket over her head and tried to dose off again, but a small nagging voice reminded her she had shut her window firmly before going to bed. With a start she leapt out of bed and slowly walked t...
They had been warned that Guatemala City was dangerous. Once they had cleared customs and immigrations at the airport, they went together to find a policeman who could speak some English. As they walked through the small terminal, they were surrounded by touts offering them taxi rides into town. After their experience in Mexico, they were not tempted to let...