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Well well, guess who got a story published.
A rewrite of an old short story but the publisher liked it. Now if some of ya'll would be so kind as to buy a copy from little old me....
http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?cPath=22_27&products_id=74
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I remember when he left...
I sent him away. It was the right thing to do. I had no right to keep him, he wasn't mine to keep, no matter how long I loved him ( Read more... ) -
A very special day
The deities decided on this day some years ago, to give us a gift. A man who would see the world’s uglier side, yet create beauty to share with us, someone who experienced unhappiness, but would hold out a hand in comfort and guidance. A man who would hold on to the past and remember the importance of those lessons long ago, and let the spirit ( Read more... ) -
A Climax....
He does, sliding one hand along my leg where it wraps around him, pulling it tighter and pulling me closer than I though we could get, kissing me again. Enough with the chit-chat, I want more. So does he. His lips move from mine, and to my shock, he gently strokes the tip of his tongue across my eyelids. Holy Shit! No one ever did that before ( Read more... ) -
How far will it go?
I place my hands around his thighs and pull him tighter as I move to the edge of the seat. He trails a hand down my spine, fingernails sharp but not marking me, yet, I hope. His tongue darts to my neck, and trace a long slow lone to my jaw as I tilt my head back giving him more. Not ready to yield power, I reach one hand up, and do what I’ve ( Read more... ) -
Let the dance continue.....
We move through the song as we learn each others bodies. I know now how he moves, I have tangled my hands in his hair as I push it back off his forehead, damp with sweat but silky and long and thick. I want to wrap it around my hands, and pull his head back in supplication. When I release him, his hands do the same, sliding over my arms and back ( Read more... ) -
Continue...
Then I feel a presence near me. My eyes open and my head snaps up so see who intruded on my ritual. Not an intruder… nor unwanted. I have seen him before in the darkest corners. Always watching, but never interacting. I thought him cold and arrogant, but that is not what I see now. He is still arrogant, but now his face is different, ( Read more... ) -
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The Ballroom has always been a wonderful club. From the highest level you can look down on the dance floor and watch the crowd. You may also settle behind the glass walls to talk quietly. On the next level are two bars and the floor with its flashing lights and great pillars supporting the viewing area ( Read more... )