You’re my obsession. You always have been, always will be. It doesn’t matter how far the distance grows between us, or how long time passes without seeing each other. I still burn for you, and I regret with every fiber of my being that I can’t have you. In 1977, your family moved next door to mine in Berkley, Michigan, and I discovered what the word swoon meant. Of course, I was a gawky, sixteen-year-old nobody, too shy f...

"Why are you standing in a cornfield?" Fair question. I didn't mention that I'd risen from my knees before accepting the video call. "Must be a hundred and ten degrees there. And you are sweating like the proverbial pig. Is everything okay?" Another fair question, though it was probably not a click above a hundred in the shade where the ten-foot-high stalks stood tall and just inches apart in their tidy rows. Admittedly,...

Mark sat staring at the array of monitors in front of him. He had been there for hours working on what he hoped were the last revisions to the software. A labor of love born out of COVID isolation. It was a miracle they had gotten it this close, but with some creative engineering and a modification to the Virtual Reality interface, it was close, real close. He leaned back in the desk chair and stretched before rubbing his...

Chapter Forty-Five The next few weeks went by quickly. While there were a few moments here and there when Mac wanted to evict his sister, he had to admit that Grace’s idea to let Aislyn stay indefinitely was going much better than he had anticipated. She was casually dating Detective Andy Compton and actually doing a decent job of being an aunt to DJ, Mac’s oldest child. In fact, the longer Aislyn stayed, the more tolerab...

The company has organised an event to give employees an update on its annual performance. The presentation is nothing exciting, but it is time away from our desks and there will be free food and drinks afterwards – so it is always a well-attended event. After the event ends, a few of us head on to a nearby bar, merry with the alcohol. As the evening becomes late the crowd gradually thins out until eventually it is just yo...

This happened… I don’t know exactly, maybe three or four years ago. I was in a stretch where most nights were just takeout in front of some show I wouldn’t even remember the plot of, and then bed. Tuesdays were different; that was The Book Circle night. Free coffee, someone saying something smart about a novel we’d all half-read. I think I mostly went because of him. The guy with the canvas tote bag and the way he held bo...

England, 1624. "This is her image as she was. It seems a thing to wonder on, as she looks down upon us, preserved in portrait form to live eternally as the nineteen-year-old who tragically fell in battle for the King." "She is the epitome of beauty itself. She is an angel on Earth with her fair hair, winsome smile, and the most pleasing womanly figure. How didst thou come upon such a bewitching panel painting?" "'Twas hid...

It had only been a short while since their weekend at the resort, when Katrina and Giselle gave in to the pull between them and discovered how much they craved each other’s bodies. Their connection had deepened, adding a new layer of excitement to the dynamic they had already shared. The next time they saw each other, Katrina, her husband, and Giselle came together again in their familiar roles of Master, Mistress, and Sl...

Will Denton woke the next morning with trepidation in his heart. His dreams were plagued with visions of the beautiful redhead who had invited him into her home and allowed him to touch and taste her. He’d been coveting that very thing for some time and was convinced being with her intimately would get her out of his system and his head. It had been foolish to think one night with her would be enough. He was well known in...

Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden who knew nothing about the birds and the bees. That sounds like the beginning of a fairy tale, but then fairy tales are about fantasy like this story, at least in the beginning. We all know about Grimms' "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." Well, we know the traditional version. Who among us can't imagine that Snow White wasn't so snowy white after all, and that she didn't have some...