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Reading between the lines- Chapter 9

Macy was busy picking flowers around Pike’s, when she noticed a familiar tattooed arm picking around fruits. She felt anxiety bloom in her stomach and her pulse picked up, but her feet moved towards the man. His back was familiar, his stance, and even the broadness of his shoulders. Then she saw the small tattoo on the back of his left elbow; Novak. Her heart dropped when he turned...Read On

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I Kiss You

The mounting anticipation of that First Kiss

You return home from a long day. The house smells absolutely delicious. I stand before you wearing dark jeans and a button down shirt. I greet you with roses, and lead you to the dining room and serve you shrimp and scallop scampi, with risotto, and grilled vegetable medley of zucchini, portabella mushroom, red onion, drizzled with balsamic syrup, coupled with a glass of wine.  Upon...Read On

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Sex-on-the-beach

True story - real place, sadly closed now

I hardly drink alcohol, but when I do, it’s cocktails. Not a good combination really, the hard stuff and not having a practised head for it, but – what the hell. That meant that for my birthday the place to go was a no-brainer: Bootleggers – a cocktail bar in Lynnwood with a cult-following because it had an original way of running things. We were quite a big crowd and easily took up a...Read On

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Solarium in Winter (1 of 3)

It had been way too long since Jackie had had sex. Weeks. Months? Maybe that was why she couldn’t keep the exaggerated sway from her hips as she walked inside Stable’s Bar and Grill. Why she was so aware of the way her jeans gripped her ass as she half danced everywhere. Why every time the seam of her pants rubbed her clit, she shifted position to tease herself. Jackie lived for...Read On

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Feeling Adventurous (Part Two)

The continuing story of trying new things with my beloved fiance.

I obeyed his wishes and got up from my bed, switched off the light, and then walked to my dresser. On top of it I kept three candles for such an occasion as this; I had just bought them recently and had yet to try them out. I took my lighter and lit each one, setting them in a line on the dresser top so they cast a soft, romantic glow over the room. I then turned to him, then blushed when...Read On

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Night Shift

Tara gets a nightly visitor and so much more!

I always see the same security guard walking around my floor at the same time every night; checking the doors, turning off lights and shutting down Kliman Memorial Hospital’s extended wings. He never speaks, other than the courteous head nod or occasional “Hello,” and “Goodnight” that he may or may not give according to how his night is going.  He occasionally peeks his head into certain...Read On

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Reading between the lines- Chapter 8

Caleb watched Macy practically drown her veggie pizza in crushed pepper flakes. He watched her lick the extra flakes off her fingers and then smile as the waitress dropped off her pink lemonade. He took notice that every time she had said thank you, she had sounded genuinely grateful. Her smile was vibrant, making his lips twitch up in the same gesture. When he looked up he saw...Read On

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Cornish Cliffs

A romantic story about a conflicted young british girl in a love triangle

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. “I’m sweating like a pig, and you’re carrying on like it’s a stroll in the park.” She wiped her brow...Read On

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Beneath a Moonless Sky

Two lovers share one last forbidden tryst.

It had been weeks since I had seen Eric, yet I remembered his face well. The day I left was the day my heart broke. I just had not realized it yet. He was unique, talented. Eric was a musician, an artist, a sculptor, a writer, and one of the most profoundly amazing men I'd ever met. I had made my choice, though. At least, I thought I had. It was the night just before my wedding, and I...Read On

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The Client on the Sixth Floor, Part VI

The course of true love never did run smoothly, especially not for Mattie and Simon...

While this is a follow up to parts I through V, you should be able to read this as it stands, (although of course, the first parts will enhance your reading pleasure!) *** Mattie switched off the shower and stepped out into the ornate bathroom in one of the ritziest suites that New York had to offer. Beads of warm water ran down her soft, glowing, wet skin and the sun shone...Read On

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Reading between the lines- Chapter 7

Leighton and Pierce meet...

Macy peered at Caleb over the top of her sunglasses, “Did you bet on this game?” Caleb sat back and put an arm around her back, "I don’t bet, on anything.” She leaned into his embrace and rested her head on his shoulder, “Why is that?” He shrugged, “Ethics?” She turned her head towards the field again, "Although I did bet on you, you were my biggest risk and my greatest reward." ...Read On

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Anticipation and Release

Carnal lust turned...

I watch him as he sleeps and its mornings like this I am so thankful. As he gently purrs, I notice his features once again and it knocks me breathless how beautiful he is. With his long, dark hair, tanned skin and ability to be each kind of man I need, I am reminded of Adonis. I can only hope he looks at me as if I am his Aphrodite. I trail my fingernails across his biceps, which, even in...Read On

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His Hands

Our first date became something more very quickly.

His hands were large and soft. That was always the one thing I remembered most about him. When we would lie together he would run his hands up and down my torso. Caressing me gently, warming me all over slowly. In those moments I would sigh and snuggle closer to his hard body. Yet now when I turn over he is not there, just a cold empty bed to caress and comfort me now. My Trent is gone away. ...Read On

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The Butterfly

Valentine's Day. There's always hope.

I sat alone in the lunchroom accompanied only by a cold grilled cheese on a dirty plastic tray. Swarms of college students marched in and out of the concession stand of a cafeteria. The food was never enjoyable, even when the grilled cheeses were hot. Everyone was black and white. They were bored, vacant, uninterested in anything going on around them. I’ve never looked in a mirror so I may...Read On

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Our Cottage

The first night on our honeymoon and there is no time for sleep.

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 its way up the side of the white house and onto its roof. I look over...Read On