A tale of belated love which is endangered by intrusive media attention. The loyalty and help of soldiers once under command gives the lovers strength and comfort. This story was intended for Fine Stories but rejected so the sex content really is minimal.
It is 1948 and London is recovering from almost a decade of war and only three years of recovery and rebuilding both the physical destruction and restoring society with new-found optimism for a bright new future. Gertie is 17 , nearly 18 and a bright and pretty hat check girl looking after theatregoers’ hats and coats in a lively West End Theatre. One evening, while everyone is watching the third act, a drunken patron attacks her and a dashing captain rescues her … changing her life forever.
She should get up, wash the slick evidence from between her thighs, but her body still hums with the heat he left behind. The scent of sex clings to the air, the sheets, her skin. In the quiet that follows, need lingers. With His Name on My Lips is a story of aftermath, intimacy, and the aching pull between what was and what still burns.
A Vietnam veteran remembers an unforgettable woman. I am submitting this story to commemorate Veterans' Day. When music is mentioned, you can copy the web address of the video to the address bar to hear the music.
A story in the The World of Erasthay Universe
Years and years after the The Knight and the Acolyte, the Las, God of Lust, is held in bondage by his daughter, Throwia, Goddess of Suffering. Meanwhile, three of his children live on a tropical island with their family. Kurtis, Las's son, dreams of something more.
A couple decides to make the husband's fantasy come true. Little by little, they both become hooked on the experience. I usually like to set my stories in a generic country with more universal habits or foods so that everyone can identify with them better. In this case, due to a request, the story is set in Barcelona, mentioning places and habits specific to Catalonia.
A tale in the The World's First Futa Universe
Becky, the world's first futa, attends her ex-boyfriend's wedding. She's promised not to seduce the bride, but can the naughty futa resist?
A Swarm Cycle Story
Women never noticed him. Never, not even his own mother. Then the Confederacy decided he had a talent that they desperately needed. The Office of Targeted Extractions got involved. Things changed.
You will get much more from this short story if you've read other stories in the Swarm Cycle. / (Reviews)