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Chapter 1- A Dark night The dull hush that had washed over the library since it had almost emptied was peaceful, until a small thud sounded waking Ari instantly. The disturbance had been caused from her head falling against the thick notebook on the desk below. Glancing down at her wrist watch, she rolled her…
This is the seventh and final part of “Parisian Surprise”, written with Alphamagus. While it can be read on its own, we feel it will be better enjoyed if you read the preceding segments. Robert and Juliana have been having an exceptional time in the City of Light and love. There have been new experiences,…
This was it. Cliff, the keyboardist/lead singer of our band, the dangerously serious bad boy type, was going to make me, Keith AKA Sir Clumsy, his. My heart has always been owned by Cliff, even if he didn’t know. There’s just this aura of protection and safety that he exhibited, that I was attracted to…
Gabrielle was a doll. She was tall, good-looking, and smart. She was also funny. I had a crush on her within a couple of weeks of our first meeting. When I told her I enjoyed the company of attractive women with a brain, she sort of scoffed. “Brains, huh?” she snickered. “That’s right,” I asserted….
The message came through Wednesday afternoon. “My Mom’s taking the kids to her place Friday night.” “You want me to come over?” I typed in. “Duh,” she messaged. “Saturday class?” I wrote. “Prof in Seattle for a conference. No class.” “That’s me. No class.” “BS,” she texted. “Dinner tonight?” “If you can work it.” “Parking…
FYI, Mariska is over the age of consent. Later…to this day I do not know if it was a dream or if it really happened, but it is still vivid in my mind. I roused to some state of consciousness not yet awake, feeling a tiny hand gently caressing the length of my already excited…
After a great deal of thought I have come to a conclusion Love is sometimes reality And it is sometimes illusion. You have no ideaAs you share every thoughtThat it is all confusionAnd can come to naught. Your heart is fullYour soul is baredWith every emotionAnd insecurity shared. You tremble at his mere approachYou hold…
I first met you, on a site called Lush,Your avatar catching my eye.I laughed when I saw your profile bio,And when I read your stories, exclaiming, “Oh my!” You seemed so funny, and sexy as well,I was so nervous, I almost bottled out.But I clicked on the friend request, waiting for you,Wondering if you were…
When morning comes, light breaks through the darkness, I feel you breathing against my chest, Wrapped tightly in my arms, I take in your scent, exhaling your sin, Every inhale brings forth a new memory, Flesh against flesh, your warm smooth skin sustains me, My fingers draw on your shoulder while you sleep, Etching passionate…
The closed heavy draperies helped blanket the room in darkness. Outside the wind howled with its wolf-like voice. Just that sound made the house seem colder than it really was. “Put your head down and rest,” he whispered. “You know you want to. Things will be better in the morning, I promise. Everything always looks…
Prologue April 7, 2011 2:00 a.m. I am a runaway, lost at sea. I am a broken bird, yearning to fly free. I am a sinner, unworthy and unholy. I am a rose, wilting slowly. I am a raindrop, touching your cheek. I am a child who plays hide and seek. I am nothing, and…
He looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. “I still have love for you,” he said. “I just can’t say that I’m in love with you.” She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving…
You call me up, but there is no answer. You leave a message saying your thoughts are racing with images of my curves, my touch, my voice, my face, my scent and you are missing me. You hang up. When I retrieve the message later on, flashbacks of my face looking at you and longing…
They left his car and hiked up a steep, five kilometer trail to a vista overlooking the Celtic Sea. She struggled to keep up with him, as he took long easy strides. She stumbled, and he turned around. “You okay? Do we need to slow down?” “Why don’t you ever sweat, Alan Trywick?” she asked….
The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of vines that weaves…