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Manuscripts

The Manuscript.By jjcoleI had been trying to write a Great American novel for years but had only succeed in writing an episodic tale of a town, an episodic tale of a singer, and a convoluted science fiction story. My agents found online publishers for each but not print publishers.My agents were a lesbian couple that would kindly be described as colorful. I described them as batty. One, her name was Virginia, appeared to be mostly sane but appearances were deceiving. She was a weirdo, a very...

The Boob

The Boob Chapter One: I Wake Up "Can you hear me?" Who is that? "Matthew, can you hear me?" It's a woman's voice, but it wasn't anyone I knew. How the hell could there be a woman in McNaughton Hall trying to wake me up anyway? They don't allow women in here. "Can you hear me?" Why can't I open my eyes? For that matter, why the hell can't I feel my arms? Or my legs? "What the hell happened to me!!" I yelled that, and I could hear it, but my voice didn't sound...

The Bosses Wife

I had just started working for a small little publishing firm. Being a part-time writer myself, it was enjoyable work reading other writers manuscripts, all hopeful of getting their works printed in book form. It was a relatively small office too, something else that I quite liked as it was a fairly laid back and comfortable atmosphere. My job was basically to read the manuscripts, critique them and then pass on my recommendations to Larry Somers my boss, or on to his wife Christine who...

Fitting In

Fitting In The woman sitting next to me on the couch was about my age. She took a cigarette out of a pack, her dark fingers raising that white tube to her brown face as she smiled at me. She put her lips on that whiteness, lit it with a match, and sucked at it while my cock began to rise in my pants.. I looked across the room at the mirror on the opposite wall. I looked very white, while this woman seemed a buttery shade of brown. She exhaled a stream of smoke, and I turned...

Desire and Despair Book 3 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 3 Publish and be sued

Becky and Zinnia had returned to Bloomsbury Square and my sole dining companion that evening was Matilde, and very fetching she looked in a gown exposing her fine shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts. I remarked it was a dress wasted on a single male. She smiled at me from across at the table, leaning forward so I had an uninterrupted view of her cleavage. "I'm displaying what you are forfeiting, Jacques; but Caroline is a worthy winner of your heart and I bear her no ill will. In...

Isobel

A necessary job It is embarrassing for a gentleman to admit that there was a time in his life when he found himself in urgent need of gainful employment. Society considers some work acceptable, even laudable, for him to do. He might practise at the bar, but as I had no legal training, that was out. If he is well connected, he might become of clergyman and enjoy a generous living, but as I had never studied for holy orders, that was out too. He might become an academic at one of our great...

The Gutenberg RubricChapter 6

Maddie and Frank decided to complete the ink analysis of the Carthusian manuscript while he instructed her in Guild lore as his new apprentice. Frank said he wanted to check the manuscript for any later transfers of the Wyrich Gospels that might have been mentioned in the records. Keith was so exhausted, however, that he left the workshop and collapsed in bed for a nap. He awoke with Maddie snuggled close beside him. He took a quick inventory of his wounds and realized that most of the small...

Doctor Dee is Dead

Doctor Dee is Dead Copyright Oggbashan October 2012The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.*************************************************My life was a boring routine. I was trying to finish my PhD, financing myself with part-time work as a tutor and senior...

From Cardiac Surgeon to Housewife

From Cardiac Surgeon to Housewife By Kathy Smith Sheldon Friedman, MD ScD was a full Professor in Cardiothoracic Surgery at Columbia Medical Center. He has 7 children (from 17 years old to 6 year, the oldest is a girl) and a gorgeous wife, Hannah (she is very petite, 4'11" with huge plumb breasts, 'DD'. She has dark brunette and dark eyes. Her face would knock any guy away!). Sheldon is very thin, 140 lbs., and very tall, 6'3". His face, well, it's not pretty, nor handsome. ...

The King in Yellow 0

-Franklin Roosevelt *** It started with a play. If I had never heard of the play then none of this would have happened, and no one would have been hurt, and I wouldn't be writing this knowing that it's probably the last thing I'll ever do. But now it's much too late. And, in the beginning, it wasn't even about the play at all. Really it was just about the girl, and it was for the sake of meeting her that I was willing to do anything. Her name was Melissa Folger, and I can...

Sue Ellen Carter A Southern Lady

SUE-ELLEN CARTER A Southern Lady By Betty Noone My name is Robert E. Bradford, age 44, 5'6" in height and weigh 160 pounds. I live in Tascaloos, Alabama, a factory town with about 90,000 population. With my wife, Mary Lou,I own a cafe. My family have lived in the South every since my great-great-great (I don't know how many more greats to add) grandfather immigrated from Ireland about five years before the Civil War and...

The First Woman Cardinal of the Catholic Church III

The First Woman Cardinal of the Catholic Church. III Melissa Tawn INTRODUCTION: While each story in this series is independent of the others, it is highly recommended that one read the first two stories, in order to understand how Cardinal O'Connor transitioned and became the first woman cardinal of the Catholic church. A few weeks after the taping of Mary-Anne Cardinal O'Connor's interview with the BBC, which was never broadcast, Cardinal Leone, the Vatican Secretary of...

Thank God Roth Chose America

CHAPTER ONE (England) Disillusioned, angry and feeling like whoring, Rothschild Cape stood outside the publishing house of Byron and Shakespeare, rejected manuscript under his arm. He watched a lady riding sidesaddle eating grapes but holding her nose as she passed the horse-drawn night-cart that ought to have been off the streets at that time of day. Roth loved whores but so many of them here in London were diseased with pocked-faces. Perhaps he should sail for America where the skies were...

Masters

Masters Janet L. Stickney [email protected] Within the cold pages of history lie the secret of the Masters, those people that had conquered the realm of the impossible. With potions and herbs, incantations spoken in lustrous voices, fire, and a bit of showmanship, they conjured the forces of nature, creating possibilities out of what seemed like nothing, and the people, knowing the great power they had, would often call on them to right wrongs, cure the sick and the lame, or...

The Time Machine

Vienna 1794 "Ach! Wieder! In der Tusche!" "What's the matter, Wolfie?" "Again! A stab right in the behind! Every morning it wakes me up!" "Liebchen, let Mama look at your little behind. Roll over. Hah! Nothing but a little red spot." "It stings, I tell you! Just like a verdammte needle!" "Mmmmm. What a cute little Hintern! Mama could just bite it!" "You wouldn't!" "I would!" "No fair! You have your nightie on!" "Well then, I'll just take it off. There! How do you...

Peyton Finds Her Place

CHAPTER 1 The sky was dark with an approaching rain dump and Annalee Roach-Simpson’s face reflected the mood of the weather as she went with jaw-set into the dayroom to confront the embarrassment of her family, her unmarried 30-year old daughter Peyton. ‘Hi mom.’ ‘We need to talk.’ ‘Shoot.’ ‘What on earth does that mean?’ Peyton put down the lurid magazine, ‘Males Bare It All’. Carefully she tucked it away from her mother’s searching eyes. ‘What kind of magazine is that?’ ‘Nothing.’ ...

The Gutenberg RubricChapter 9

Keith sprang awake when the plane touched down in Frankfurt and felt fantastic—at least by comparison. Things weren’t hurting as badly and he was thinking clearly when they stood to get off the plane. He waved away the offered wheelchair and they walked through passport control with the only difficulty being a border agent curious about his bandages. Keith was scanned and then they both passed through into Germany. They were met on the other side of passport control by a tall man to whom...

The Gutenberg RubricChapter 12

Keith was jolted awake by the pounding on his door. He was momentarily disoriented. Hotel room. Mainz. Maddie. Black River. It was the Black River that he had been dreaming about. He had been swimming in it—drowning in a sea of black ink—but the promised code still eluded him. Maddie was already out of bed pulling on a hotel bathrobe. She handed one to Keith as she called out, “Just a minute!” She checked through the eye-hole and saw Agent Fry. She glanced at Keith, who was cinching up his...

A jar full of Pixie

Jerry cursed as he saw his landlord's daughter leaning against his door. Melody was trained up by her dear old dad to take over his business. That also meant she was the one reminding people who are late for rent that they better show some money. Before she could open her mouth he cut her off. "My paycheck is due tomorrow and your father knows that." There was no love lost between them and both knew it. Still, she gave him a fake smile. Fitting as she looked so fake that she could...

Satyrs Inseminate Hotwife Archaeologist and Her Assistant

My name is Alexis, and this story chronicles an experience my graduate assistant, Rhea, and I had on an archaeological fieldtrip on a supposedly uninhabited island in the Aegean Sea, off the coast of Greece. But it will be helpful to provide a little background before I get to the main events in the story.It took me a while to decide on a major course of study in college, but I finally settled on classical archaeology, which is the study of archaeology covering the Aegean, Greek, Etruscan, and...

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Alchemy

Alchemy By mrraizer I sat back in my plush leather chair, staring out the window at the warm mid-April dusk. No jobs lately of any kind. I was bored out of my mind. Almost to the point of taking up my medical practice again. There I sat, staring at the orange-red sunset. I always liked to watch sunsets, just because they announced to me, "The day is over." I'm a romantic, a real romantic. I'm also a private detective. Sometimes the two don't mix. My office was situated...

Eliza

Eliza Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems adream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that hashappened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. I should never have been a Good Samaritan. It's against my nature. But thewoman's screams were so - so piercing, they touched my very soul. What month was it? November?...

The Professor and the CheerleaderChapter 12

Secretly, Bob's hopes were high, quite possibly at least as high as Dan Russell's, but he didn't voice them. Instead, he put his energy into driving carefully, to get the samples to Brady through winter weather and difficult driving conditions. They got there without incident, but it was Christmas Eve when they arrived. Brady didn't have to work that day, but he met them there so he could secure the fragments in the bowels of the museum. "We're all set," he said as they went past a...

The Professor and the CheerleaderEpilogue

The sabbatical was good for them. It was good for Kendra because she could concentrate on learning what she felt she needed to know to become a good, or at least moderately well prepared mother. It was good for Bob because being on a working ranch gave him the opportunity to lose twenty pounds of fat and turn another ten or fifteen into muscle. And, of course, he had plenty of time to work on his paper. There was a minor hiccup concerning that when Randolph Bellingham attempted to make an...

William Redman CarterChapter 58

"Do you think I should open a publishing house?" William asked. "No," Linda answered putting the manuscript on the table. She had just finished reading it and had been very impressed. She knew Happy Harry, but not many of the other homeless. She had noticed that the manuscript had Forest Shadow crying like a baby by the time she had finished it. "Okay, so who do we take the manuscript to?" "Al Maloney would probably be the best person. His publishing house has handled a lot of best...

The Phantom Transgenderer Of Old London Town

The Phantom Transgender of Old London Town (Part 1) By Paul1954 and Darkside East End of London July 20th 1888 ?Surely Dr Soames, I just don?t know what you means!? the young girl said, feigning surprise as the tall dark man gently kneaded her breast with his right hand, whilst his other fumbled with the ties that held her corset tight. ?Don?t play your little games with me Polly, you know damn well what you do to...

The Professor and the CheerleaderChapter 6

Later that day he knew he was in trouble when he found himself sitting in his office, staring at the door. He knew she wouldn't be coming that night, but all he could think about was her absence. Finally, through pure force of will, he started going through the Eldridge papers, concentrating on each line of notes. He was astonished, therefore, when, fifteen minutes later, he came to a set of five pages of obviously old paper, sandwiched between acid free paper in a document protector, and...

Becoming Sara Day to be Published

Day three the meeting. Four in the morning was way early for me. I thought about leaving last night, but I popped out of bed like it was nine. I walked into the bathroom and giggled softly as I had slept with the modulator on. I wondered who I was just like I had wondered last night? I needed to be Sara today and the thought excited me that not only would I be her that no one would know the truth. I put the device on the charger shivering that it wasn't around my neck. Had I...

Guilty PleasuresChapter 3

I met Susan for lunch the following day at a favorite little restaurant of ours. As we usually did, we asked for our favorite table, which was off to one side and a bit out of the normal flow of traffic. In the beginning our waiters and waitresses weren't too pleased by our request. But now being "regulars" as we were, and tipping very well for the additional privacy so we could often chat without being overheard, we were only met with smiles and better than average service after that. I...

Hartstein A Hartstein Story Chapter 2

Paul was deep in thought as he reread the last two pages over again. It was ten after eleven on a Tuesday morning. He had been writing since six, and had two pages that were almost right to his way of thinking, when he heard the mailman approaching his front door, and then saw the letter drop from the mail slot onto the wooden floor. A letter not a bill? I don’t usually get letters ... and it’s too thin to be another rejection slip. He put it out of his mind and finished reading his work for...

Fiddler s Rest

‘What is it? What’s the matter, Meghan?’ ‘That’s a strange question to ask right after we’ve returned from Sal’s funeral,’ I answered. ‘It’s not Sal I’m asking about,’ Taylor answered. ‘Sal lived nearly a year longer than the doctor’s gave him. He’d been reconciled with the inevitable and prepared for months.’ No, Taylor was right. I didn’t mourn Sal Singleton, my literary agent. I’d talked with him several times in the last two months. I knew that this was a release for him—that he had been...

Long RelieverChapter 9

The Orioles were in the middle of their west coast swing in early June when Susan got a telephone call from Lars Jensen. "I'm in the neighborhood!" he declared. "You're already out for the summer semester?" she said. "No. I'm in Washington. It's a university business thing. But you're only about fifty miles away, and I've got my Avis rental." "I ... wrote to you, Lars, about my ... meeting somebody." "Already in an exclusive relationship?" he said. "I thought we really...

Heaven s Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 3 Riverbend Outpost

The outpost is a thriving and busy place known as Riverbend Outpost. There is a good sized market near the gate, multiple inns and pubs, at least one blacksmithy, and myriad other businesses to be found within its walls. The first order of business, the two agree on is finding food. They’re not starving, but it sure feels like it to them and they have finished the rations they were provided with a day ago. Neither of them has ever had to go any significant length of time without a meal...

nikita

NIKITA Story by Tom Maseau nikita was lying in her Teacher?s bed. She had been in this bed before, but never without Him. It was the first time she was spending the night alone in His house, and in His bed. He had offered her to stay in His house during His yearly stay abroad. Last year, when she was still a student in one of His classes, she had told Him that she had been staying for a few weeks in the Puntegale, an appartment building more or less next to the school building. Friends of her?s...

Solutions IncorporatedChapter 8

The door of Magus’ office opened and a middle aged man stepped out. He paused and looked at Claudia. He shook his head and started to take a step. He paused once again. Finally, he said, “That is a brilliant man.” “I agree,” Claudia said. This wasn’t the first client of Magus to call him brilliant. “A year ago a friend of mine in Washington D C told me to take my problem to Solutions Incorporated. I took my friend’s advice and went to visit Magus. I gave him ten dollars to solve a problem...

Christmas Wedding Part 7 Atonement

Christmastime at Massachusetts Correctional Institute(MCI) Cedar Junction was one of chaos and pity. The inmates were the worst of the worst in Massachusetts and had done things at other prisons to earn their isolation and apathy from the staff. They were the worst of the worst for a good reason, most would kill you to get what they wanted while others would use you to get what they needed. There were several groups of people that clung together despite their isolation. Most joined...

The Professor and the CheerleaderChapter 10

“Who were you talking to?” Her voice came from behind him. He turned to find her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She had a cup of coffee in her hand, and was wearing one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up. Other than that, she was naked. The front of the shirt gaped open, not enough to reveal the tips of her breasts, but framing drooping pussy lips that were clearly visible. He thought about how, only hours ago, his stiff cock had been sliding between those...

The Professor and the CheerleaderChapter 14

The report of the DNA analysis arrived in Bob's mailbox on March twentieth. It was purely coincidental that Della Hanson's expose' about Bob and Kendra came out in The Rocky Mountain Gazette on the same day. It was titled: "Are The Morals On Campus At Compton Eroding?" Accompanying the story was a somewhat out of focus photograph of Kendra. It was taken with a long lens, and caught her while she was walking to class. Her roughly fourteen weeks pregnant belly was obvious. In her article,...

The ImamChapter 11

DEATH 19th of Safar 1436 (December 13, 2014) It’s hard to say whether the Imam spotted the speeding taxicab as it approached. He could have moved out of the way. He could have returned to New York. He could have led his small following at the mosque and perhaps could have been a great spiritual leader for his people. Death, however, no matter the age, must come as a course of life, and death inevitably must be accepted. Arguably things may work in cycles: death as a movement towards a...

Triple Jeopardy

I had always thought my High School creative writing teacher was joking when he claimed to be a hunted terrorist. I actually had no reason to doubt his story, aside from the fact that it sounded ludicrous. He was of medium height, medium weight, medium build, medium rare, with a black beard that barely covered his chin and thin lips, it was more of a ten PM shadow than anything else. His brown eyes held a dry wit that emanated in his voice. He looked Caucasian, with a light Mediterranean tan....

Daphnis and Corydon

During my vacation on the island of Lesbos, a professor who worked at one of the local archeological sites invited me to his residence in Mytilene to show me, as he phrases it, a manuscript that can well provoke a lively debate in the academic world. He approached me when I was enjoying my espresso on the terrace of my hotel, overlooking the sea. Apparently he had recognized me through my photo in an archeological magazine in which I published some new papyri containing probably some fragments...

Sandy s Birthday Treat

I had a special treat planned for my wife Sandy on her birthday. She'd been feeling just a little blue lately and I wanted to do something special for my lady. I knew what would cheer her up. She missed her family ever since we had moved to Tucson from Scottsbluff, Nebraska but lately her homesickness had been stronger than usual. I had called up her kid sister Robin and invited her to come stay with us for the summer. Robin agreed to keep the impending visit a surprise, and I had sent her a...

The Centaur Expedition

by rodeotexas November 2011 While handsome in every respect of physique and striking in appearance - they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glazed story tiles and...

A Woman with Mongrel Ch 03

SO FAR: A still grieving widow Carson Robertson hospitalizes in a vehicle accident the author of the bumbling detective book series that is growing in popularity, Guilty at injuring the creator of the fabulous character Jessie Chicago, Carson takes Harry Truscott into her home to help in his rehabilitation. Harry has a broken shoulder that is encased in a gunslinger brace. Carson reads back copies of the series and finds she is beginning to share the persona of Jessie Chicago and is influenced...

The Centaur Expedition

Introduction: Female Expedition Searches for Mythological Creature THE CENTAUR EXPEDITION by rodeotexas November 2011 While handsome in every respect of physique and striking in appearance – they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glazed story tiles and murals. Not having much intelligence beyond a nine-year old human child gave them signal minded focus upon the immediate task on hand,...

Maggie s Farm

I’ll never forget that October morning watching the red and orange leaves falling to the ground. I stood by the window, thinking about getting older and closer to death. Am I like those leaves fluttering to the ground? Still not sure what came over me, but the urge to burst out of the rut I was in rose in me like a geyser. I wanted to do something wild, get away from my monotonous life, grab life by the balls and go someplace I’ve never been. I don’t usually like to take trips. I love my...

Straight Sex

Maggie s Farm

The day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. It was October and the leaves were at their peak of color when this strange feeling came over me. I looked at the red and orange leaves on the trees falling to the ground and suddenly started thinking about getting older and closer to death. Am I like those leaves fluttering to the ground? I’m still not sure what came over me as I watched the colorful leaves falling. I...

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Altered Fates The Search for the Medallion

AF: The Search for the Medallion By Bashful Kenneth Farnsworth, Lord of Eastham, was on an antique buying trip when he discovered one of the most powerful magical devices known to man. That is to say, he discovered its existence. 'Lord Farnsworth,' he had a hard time accepting the title. It was his, to be sure, he was the true heir to the Farnsworth title and holdings. He just never thought of a twenty six-year-old man as a "Lord". His father had died suddenly of a heart...

Maggie s Farm

MAGGIE’S FARMSisyphusThe day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. I’ve lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or famous person. I do the research by reading a half a dozen books or so, sometimes, though rarely, I travel to a place to...

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Caroline s Realm

Title: Caroline?s Realm Title: Caroline?s RealmAuthor: Euryleia RiderSynopsis: Wealthy, dominating woman takes in penniless relation. Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com Part I ?My gracious, what is that you are wearing?? Caroline Hastings stared at the young woman who had just entered her parlor. Harriet Stewart looked down at her dress. She was confused by the welcome from the older woman. She had been forced to come to this house following the death of her beloved father and was still...

Hungry For Eve

Foreword: This is the first story that I have written by request, and it is partly a collaboration with her. I normally give permission for operators of erotic story web sites to redistribute my stories. However, because this is a collaboration, we ask that you get permission from both of us before posting our story. Authorship for this story belongs to both Hungry Guy and Eve (who has requested to be anonymous). Thanks. I had been lurking in the alt.torture newsgroup for years. I had always...

The Centaur Expedition

November 2011 While handsome in every respect of physique and striking in appearance - they were not very bright, although in contradiction, they were skilled artisans in stone working and also in creating exceptionally detailed glazed story tiles and murals. Not having much intelligence beyond a nine-year old human child gave them signal minded focus upon the immediate task on hand, allowing creation of incredible works of art in stone, tiles and murals. Centaurs also were very aggressive...

The Reset ManifestoChapter 3

Rebecca said, “Peter always had such an eclectic group of people around him.” “What do you mean?” George asked. Peter was his older brother, but they had never been all that close after leaving home. After Peter had gone off to the university, the only times he returned home were holidays. Once Peter had a full time job, even the holiday visits came to an end. Of course, George had been busy as well. First it was a law school, then years spent as a clerk, time spent developing a reputation...

Murder by the NumbersChapter 6

It was with a sudden start that I woke up many hours later at about the middle of the afternoon of the next day. I’d fallen asleep sometime during the early morning out of sheer exhaustion while sitting down on the concrete floor back against the corner wall next to the storage room door for ‘just a minute or two’ to rest my eyes. Now as I scrambled back onto my feet I was still boned tired from most of a week without proper sleep, and now sore from sleeping on the floor for nearly half of a...

Art CriticChapter 9 Left Out

“I’m looking forward to this little exhibition,” Lily Wells said. We were leading all the parents upstairs to our studio. Part of what we’d accomplished when our friends came over in the afternoon was to arrange our studio so that Mavis, Kendra, and I had artwork displayed. Annette and Susan had manuscripts sitting on opposite ends of the reading sofa. Morgan fired up her laptop with a sales graph for our work. I was happy to see that even some of Susan’s poetry had sold. “Ah, the scene of...

The Gutenberg RubricChapter 33

The book was not a scroll, but a bound codex, and Keith could identify quickly that even though it was a manuscript and not printed, it was nowhere near 2,000 years old. Probably mid-19th century, he thought as he looked at the beautifully illuminated page open in front of him. Maddie was already digging in her backpack for another pair of gloves. “Get the torches back away from it and shine a flashlight over here,” she said. Fry took the torches and retreated a few steps. Keith approached...

Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain

“When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we’d never meet again. Love is like a dying ember and only memories remain. And through the ages I’ll remember blue eyes crying in the rain. Someday when we meet up yonder we’ll stroll hand and hand again. In the land that knows no parting, blue eyes crying in the rain.” * * * I worked at a factory for part of the summer. But then I got another job offer. Related to my chosen field, journalism. The pay was not as good but I just had to take it. For the...

First Time

The Twelve Tables

Authors note: Though heavily based in BDSM I have placed this story in Novella’s due to the fact that in my grand design it will cross many categories available on this site. This chapter is very much an introductory chapter which will set the scene for chapters yet to come. I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave comments and or feedback to let me know what your thoughts my new story line. ~ellie * She had been close to the top end of her graduating class. An Arts History degree in hand, Peri...

Heaven s Reach Brandon and TracyChapter 4 Learning Arts

The following morning they wake-up, once again entwined in each other’s arms and legs, with Brandon up moments before Tracy. He is again watching her as she comes up out of sleep and opens her eyes. Seeing him there, looking at her with a smile, Tracy cannot help but to kiss him deeply, followed by her grinding herself against him, as he is covering her with his body as he supports himself on his elbows. Though aroused and full of desire, they quickly get out of bed, get dressed and head to...

Gritty Times in Wyoming Pt 01

CHAPTER 1 Female novelist in Chicago seeks homely ranchers to host her for several weeks, perhaps at intervals over months, while she researches for a new novel set on a modern ranch. Will pay for food and lodgings. Write Skye Brock, Reflection Publications, 1B Sim St, Chicago, Il 99999 Bored at spending Saturday at home by himself, Ryan Hobbs replied to the magazine advertisement in front of him: ‘Dear Ms Brock. We would be most interested in having you stay with us. I’m an avid reader...

My Best Friend s Girlfriend Ch 08 The Deal

I look at the woman Reyna pointed me towards. My mouth waters. She’s beautiful in a Reyna way, not sexy or slutty like Maria or June. Her body isn’t begging to be fucked; it’s begging to be adored. She’s in a tan blazer that comes to a point at her slim waist and flows seamlessly into her skirt. It isn’t tight like a pencil skirt, having the pleats to make it more fashionable and less work-oriented. She has a simple white blouse, similar to Diana’s, and heels with straps that wrap up the ankle....

Mind Control

My Best Friend s Girlfriend Ch 08 The Deal

I look at the woman Reyna pointed me towards. My mouth waters. She’s beautiful in a Reyna way, not sexy or slutty like Maria or June. Her body isn’t begging to be fucked; it’s begging to be adored. She’s in a tan blazer that comes to a point at her slim waist and flows seamlessly into her skirt. It isn’t tight like a pencil skirt, having the pleats to make it more fashionable and less work-oriented. She has a simple white blouse, similar to Diana’s, and heels with straps that wrap up the ankle....

Mind Control

Erotic Author Melanie Punished Part Two

Nicole Patton had made it her mission to punish Melanie Pearson again. She made no secret of her pleasure at beating the young author severely in the office of her boss, Suzanne Ann Bryant. Nicole had been patient, believing that the successful young author would miss her deadlines again and this would mean that the nineteen year old secretary would be handed Melanie’s home address and instructed by Ms Bryant to teach the woman the error of her ways. She looked longingly at the cupboard where...

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Can t Pick Your FamilyChapter 22 James Parker PhD

It was two years after Deirdre and Maureen's fallout. James Parker, Ph.D., Professor of Genetics at Humboldt State University, was groaning while going over the papers his junior class students had returned. The topic was an exciting one, or so he had thought. "Pick a Nobel Price Winner and describe her/his impact on modern Biology!" Half the class had – predictably – picked Kary Mullis and the Polymerase Chain Reaction. Of those, not even twenty percent had a true understanding of...

Can t Pick Your FamilyChapter 26 Breaching Barriers

Maureen heard the doorbell but she was busy changing Carla's diapers, "Numi, can you open?" she called. A minute later, Joey stuck his head through the half open door. "Hey, how are my two favorite women?" "Don't let Tess hear that," Maureen answered. 'Or Deirdre, ' she wanted to add, but she bit back the impulse. Then her eyes widened a bit. "You've grown a beard." Joey grinned back. "Yep. Forgot my shaving kit. Tess says she likes it." "It certainly gives you a ......

Dark Days 2 Dawn s Early LightChapter 6

We finally heard back from Mort on Tuesday morning and the news was good. The legal eagles at Twenty-First Century Fox had decided that our claim would trump that of someone who had not been involved in any of the events mentioned and the studio believed they could withstand the inevitable lawsuit that would follow. They cautioned that the movie better make money, however, or the legal fees would not look as good on the end of year ledger. “There is one more bullet in the gun though, Jack....

The Professor and the CheerleaderChapter 11

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