I have to assume that Finn was refering to his...not calling Garret an...
Finn thrashed, torn between the pain and the friction. "Shut up Garrett, asshole... and... no... left... that’s it..." His head fell back, eyes rolling. "Where’d you learn that...?"
And...there's always...
"You’d better not fucking stop now!" Finn gasped, clutching tighter, his nails digging in. "Just... for the love of god... next time bring some lube or something!"
Just WOW, myself included.
I think if anything, it is time for Dante to commit to carrying out Mistress Carolyn's directives. Have that discussion with Mistress Alice about those directives as well...
Blaise is a ticking time bomb...
We've always thought there was more to Frank, and yet his 'confession' still shocks...I'm verklempt....
This chapter was like a passionate joyride, running the highs and lows of the beginning stages of a love affair that was meant to be.
Simply well done and thank you, and you nailed it with the following...
And for a while, there was only the chair, the hush, the warmth of skin, and the way two lonely people finally stopped pretending they didn't need each other.
The rest could wait.
Amen, brother.
My biggest complaint is that all the fantastic stories by such great authors just languish unfinished!!
There are story sites out there that won't publish until the story is complete...
I don't say this to disparage any individual author, but there is a responsibility to the reader as well....
And sadly, I have to agree with you
It may be that I watched The Godfather and Casino too many times but...Ben is a liability. And there isn't any sugar coating this. Whatever game he is playing serves no one but himself...
Ben has crossed too many lines with his reckless actions.
There can be no ifs, no's, or doubts about it, Ben has become the loose cannon, and needs to disappear...
BEN...NEEDS TO GO!!!!
Hoo boy...talk about a loaded thought...
The lenses seemed to linger on me a fraction too long, their quiet adjustments following my movement even when I wasn’t the closest body in the hall. I told myself it was nothing, just awareness sharpened by exhaustion and adrenaline.
Still, the feeling stayed with me all the way to the surface—an unshakable sense that whatever had spoken inside that room hadn’t finished observing me yet.
Take your time, we will be here when you are ready!
Your grandmother left you her cottage and accoutrements. Not the least was a tall, good-looking, lanky gardener...
The cottage is yours if you occupy it for a year, or it is sold for charitable causes. And do not forget the quirky neighborhood denizens who have a betting pool on your abilities to fulfill the terms of Granny's will...
Thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us. It was a panacea for these cold, dark, winter days, and while the snow stopped, it was to make way for tonight's ice storm...
I hope we see occasional guest appearances in your future tales of the quaint little town across the bridge!!
Looking forward to the next chapter when it posts…as to the rest, take a break, get your thoughts in order, and when the muse hits you write the the next chapter, and then, the next, and so on. Hold off posting until you are comfortable and nearly complete or finished…We’ll be here waiting, eager, and anticipating! Your only pressure then, should be scheduling the chapters for posting.
This is one of the best stories to hit GA this past year, for that, thank you!!