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.
Some things have changed over time. Some have stayed just the same. A fun romp through the loss of innocence... with style. "The girl tried, for a moment, to fall to her knees, but I caught her with a hand on her arm and pulled her back to her full height, making it apparent that only her fingers were required for this release."
Satanic, in a word, but not in the normal sense. a quote might help. "You think so? You have any idea how hard it is to read Aramaic?" Oh, and 'virulence' was a typo, but I left it. You'll see. Have fun. Then tell me.
It's magic, but not as we know it. A fantasy in six parts.
I've written it all, so you won't be left in the lurch.
>Lucilla watched the celebrities for a few more minutes, and then turned to go. It wasn't until then that she noticed the key. The hotel room key, hooked impossibly over the waistband of her white panties. Lasco's key, obviously. This was worse than she thought. Or better, she realised, grinning.
Now this one is real, more or less. It didn't happen to me though. It was a friend of mine. I haven't told him I wrote this story about it. Maybe he'll see it one day.
We behave... And misbehave... In accordance with what we believe... "I slowly grew accustomed to it. The building rhythm of the two of us sliding skin on skin. The breathing, and the movement of the bodies. The slow, inevitable climb towards release. The rampant need."
Part one of a longer piece of trash involving aliens, but with a sense of humour... :-)
(Unfortunately, I can't quite get the next part working. You have any ideas?)
I feel a need to explain something... In New Zealand, Milo is a chocolate energy drink. Very popular. You needed to know. Silliness seemed appropriate for this one. Hope you like it.
