Re-writing Liza P1

"Liza has her Memories re-written, funny how we are our memories."

Liza's moms and old friends.Liza's mom, Martha, waved enthusiastically from the porch. "Liza, darling!" Her face was almost identical to Liza's, but with visible wrinkles of age around her eyes, radiating warmth."Quite the welcome Mom" Liza replied with a chuckle, carefully navigating...

Transient Global Amnesia

"A nurse’s life is dull; we never get to play, but…this is just too good an opportunity to pass, wouldn’t you say?"

“Do you know where you are?” the doctor asked for the umpteenth time.The man in his early forties looked down his arms at the tubes, the IV catheter, and the electrodes attached to his body. He gazed at the sterile...

Five Days: Tuesday

"Jack comes back to help Maggie with more chores, and Maggie puts on a show for Jack"

TUESDAYMaggie smiled, turning off the 7:00 a.m. alarm that had drawn her from her slumber. Sunlight streamed in through her window. Birds could be heard chirping outside. Jack was coming over in a little under an hour. Throwing off her...

Unveiled Passions

"Daniel surrenders to the depths of passion with Adrien, exploring forbidden desires and erotic pleasures that go beyond his wildest dreams."

Heat radiates from Adrien’s gaze, his eyes burning with a hunger that mirrors my own. His voice, rough with desire, rasps in my ear, “We’re not done yet. We’re just getting started.”A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I...

Amy The Nanny

"Amy, the teenaged nanny, stumbles upon a world of hidden desires when she goes to work for the Enderbys."

Amy nervously sat on the edge of an elegant, cream-colored chaise lounge, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her summer dress. The opulent room was both intimidating and awe-inspiring, with its lofty ceilings and large windows that allowed sunlight...

The Inner Fire

"Daniel's journey of forbidden desires deepens as Adrien's gentle touch and caring embrace lead to unforgettable passion and discovery."

Adrien and I walk to the parking lot. Our conversation is a jumbled mess, neither of us wanting the night to end. By some stroke of destiny, or so my hopeful heart preferred, our cars are parked next to each...