First Stories

Young boy discovers it's fun being a nudist, especially since mother and sister don't mind. (second rewrite)

When Emily's Paris school trip hotel overbooks, she's forced to share her father's bed. The city of romance becomes her ruin—his breath scorching her neck, her sighs dissolving as he teaches her body to crave corruption. Night after night, they tangle in forbidden intimacy, sweat-slick and shuddering, his reckless hunger destroying every boundary. And when her best friend Kim stumbles upon their secret? Some sins weren't meant to be suffered alone.

Sean had come to the beach hotel in an attempt to sort his life out. Both his girlfriend and his job were gone and he was in a bit of a slump. That specific beach hotel held many dear memories to him and he was glad to be back. Perhaps, he would even be able to find closure. Everything seemed fine, but when he was about to check in, he was informed that he had already done so.

Tess is struck by a bolt of love in what she thinks of as the most unlikely of places - a baptism. Warning: This story may not be to everyone's tastes, but that's not about squicks. I conceived this story in response to a comment in Frank Downey's blog about the stupidity of virgin marriage, and it is about a relationship in the context of being christian. There is sex, but there's also religion, which some have found uncomfortable

A girl gets lucky as her dreams come true.