I'm a fairly prolific write of romantic short stories.
I retired a couple of years back, having found that the time needed to maintain this whole thing was more than I could handle.
After some time off, I've returned, though I'm determined to keep the pace to something more easily handled.
I'm adding more material as I get the chance.
One apology. I've left some loose ends prior to my departure last year. If I get back to completing those stories, that would be great, but no promises. Just in case you can't handle that, look through this list for some explanations...
Alys marries Dom, and lives happily ever after.
Kaz gets her man, and keeps him.
Meg is an alien, and she has some talents Steve never dreamed of...
Hail eventually finds a man, and rescues him.
Amy wasn't at all upset at being cuddled by a naked Scott. He took advantage of it, and her. She was fine with that, too.
The other Paul is utterly besotted with Chris, and she forgives him for straying... eventually.
Matilda... well, you'll have to ask Tramp. :-)
Joe fell into a regular gig with Stella. It got kinkier as it went on...
Alice? Well, you know what happened to her in Wonderland...
That's it. I hope you're still here, and we're still friends. Now go find your partner / boy/girlfriend / spouse / lover / fuck buddy / neighbour and give them some fun.
Okay, so this is insane. So what? You all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood? Needless to say, I didn't write that. But I DID write this pseudo-sequel.
Go on!
One of my readers challenged me to write something sexy on the spot. I was given the chocolate strawberries, and had to see what I could do with them... It's aimed particularly at the women...
What happens if you let your imagination run away with your common sense? Well, something. "He pushed my skirt up just enough to give himself access to what he was looking for. His thumbs slid against my skin as his hands pushed the cloth up. He applied a little pressure to part my knees, and started to plant little kisses on my legs. Absolutely no pressure was required for my knees to part further, and I really did relax, though there was no way I was going to fall asleep."
Simplicity is the key... "I'd managed to pull the back of his shirt from his trousers, and my fingers slid up and down his spine, loving the feel of his sweaty back, and the sounds he made as I teased him."
It's all about communications, but not talking. About code and clarity. Desire, and result. ...Lindy's movements became faster and faster, her slippery fingertips caressing her clit with abandon. Every now and then a hand would find its way back to her breasts, and tweak a nipple before returning to slide between her widely parted thighs.
His bag dropped to the wooden deck with a thud, and he stood, staring at her. Her red hair billowed in the night breeze, glowing with warmth, unexpected in the harsh street lighting. It was a warm summer evening, and she was dressed for it. A short, thin cotton skirt, swaying with the wind, and a summer blouse, almost lime green in the light, nearly transparent it was so thin, unbuttoned enough to hint at breasts, encased delightfully in her laciest bra. And so it starts...