Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. My Ling stood up, straddling Harry's belly, took a last look at the wires and connectors attached to Harry's tenderest parts, turned and stepped up on his quivering belly. Her unexpected weigh...
Synopsis: We now meet Pete Crockett, whose story this is. Pete is a prospector from the Northwest Territory who meets Sarah in Mr. Bose's office. After his first date with her, he discovers unusual feelings. Part III My Story Chapter Eight You see, I was once married to a girl I thought I loved very much, and perhaps I did because when she left with a lon...
This story is based on fantasy Dungeons and Dragon genre, specifically the Forgotten Realms and the world of Faerûn. The main Nine characters are of my own creation but some of the other characters in the story, the deities, the Seven Sisters, and the races and classes are from Forgotten Realms. ***** Chapter 1 - The clever idea and black mail. Natalie w...
Author's note: Chapter 4 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. The Perfect Pieces - Chapter 04 "Mark." The word was soft and matched with a kiss. I was startled awake. "You're not sleeping on the couch again." I opened my eyes and stretched my neck. I could feel the muscles cramping near the shoulder. Must have picked a bad angle to nod off. "...
With apologies to fans of "Portrait of Jennie" A romantic fantasy, or a fantasy romance? I hope you enjoy. Jb7 Jack Jeffries pulled into the driveway of the somewhat dilapidated farmhouse. Although the house was in dire need of paint, at least all the windows he could see were still intact. He stepped out of his Jeep and approached the house, digging in...
The harvest is finally completed and now I have a chance to put my story of the fantastic life I have found here in a readable form. My name is Jon Morgan and I live here on Highland with my wife, Ellen Grant Morgan, and a couple of hundred others in what we call the Grant Clan. Most fortunately many of those two hundred - and many in neighboring clans - are...
The Dowager Marchioness didn't waste time. She reached under her surcoat, close to her hip, to pull out a pair of scissors chased by silver. "I'm going to remove your bonds now." She took one of Jansetta's limp wrists in her hand. Then she slid the blades under one of the loops, snipped, and then went to the other. Once that bit of cord had silently fallen t...
A few days after mother had told me all about the agreement she and her friends had made to teach their boys to become good lovers she told us that a very dear old friend of hers would come and visit in a couple of days. She was excited about it since she hadn’t seen her for a long time. Emma, her friend, lived abroad since long, in Paris. Emma had asked if...
Another week, another Friday night spent solo. Sitting at the computer terminal inside the Carleton University laboratory, Ishmael Rosenberg Teshale sighed deeply. It wasn't easy being him. He'd been living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for over a year and could still count his friends on one hand. Friday night and he had nothing better to do t...
To the reader: This chapter is one containing little sex. Rather it is a preparatory chapter explaining the science experiment and serves as a necessary segue to chapters two and following which hopefully will satisfy your hormonal appetite. Enjoy. ***** Martin Bricker was one in a million; no, make that one in a billion. He grew up just outside a small fa...