A perfect day, just as the Almanac had predicted, warm and sunny but without the cloying humidity that so often mars July days. A fine day for a small wedding, her daughter, Siobhan, radiant and glowing, not really showing yet, obviously she had inherited some of her mother's temperament along with the red hair. Rose shivered at the thought that she would be...
CONVERSATIONS WITH A MAGE parallels the CARTER BROTHERS series. Pat DeVallera has retired from the New Orleans Police Department and convinced Lucius Carter and Lucius' wife Astrid to tell him the truth about the magic and supernatural events that surrounded the Carters in the Twentieth Century. This story follows MAGE AND SPIRIT. WARNING: THIS EPISODE DESC...
Ralph Henderson's finger trembled shyly at the doorbell button before he summoned the courage to punch it. He was about to meet his future in-laws. There was the sound of padded feet approaching the door. The door opened to display a well-preserved woman in her middle forties, clad informally in a flimsy nightgown. "You must be Ralph," she whispered in a...
This is a continuation of Nights in Orlando vol. 1 & 2 by jaetrace. If you have not read the first two, please take time to read them. You should come over to play. I'll leave the door unlocked so you can just come in when you get here. While I'm waiting, I'll take the liberty of getting out of these pesky clothes. By the time you get here, I should be unab...
The room was quiet and dark, that deep darkness that just precedes dawn. Something had awoken me, but I wasn't sure what it was. It was a Saturday morning, so I knew that there would be no alarm going off on this day. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I draped an arm over my husband's side as I snuggled up against his back. I pressed my front aga...
Call me Starr. I work in a strip bar in a small Midwestern town. Most girls dance for the money, but I do it because it turns me on. To me, there's nothing better than slipping into a skin-tight bodysuit and prancing around stage in front of horny men. Their hoots and howls make my pussy drool. My favorite part of the job is taking a man into a private boot...
The violet marbled sky seemed wicked. The clouds moved with an angered haste, swinging with the wind. My heart was torn. Below the sky the Spaniard, below him was I, and below I the dampened grass. My shirt was pulled down in the back,but pulled up in the front, the Spaniard's hand was tucked between my bra and my breast, massaging his way to conquest. His l...
This was submitted for entry into the Marxist Story Competition No. 3 held on the General Bulletin Board. That's why it is a short story as the rules stated we had to write less than 1500 words ('though I've added a few more for this version) and include various key words in the story-line. For some reason the competition never started and so here's my con...
The story so far... Nurse Allie Cooke was kidnapped by a mutant ex-National Guardsman from an Omaha hospital after a nuclear war had wiped out most of civilised society in the city and in the US as a whole. Brought to an unknown location, she is being held captive by a perverse man calling himself 'Sir', who has told Allie he and the likes of his mutant acc...
Francis woke before dawn on Monday morning. Patrick was still sound asleep by her side. She was careful not to wake him as she got ready for her day. She had been putting in long hours ever since she got promoted at MUFF. Patrick would not be surprised at all to find her gone by the time he gets up. Francis called her employer from her mobile phone. "Hi. It'...