John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching...
I hadn't seen Worboys for years. I hadn't thought about him for longer than that; he'd been a year below me at school and then two years below me at Oxford, thanks to some illness I'd never cared enough to find out much about, though my friends knew him. He'd been a slight, black-haired chap then, hidden behind spectacles, always toting a book. But he'd been...
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn't believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy's cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy's business partner, Mort Whitley, had drive...
Author's Note: People asked for an Emi and Ali update so here it is. If you've followed the new series, Kasper's Den (with Ali and Amir all grown up), this is the story of how the twins came to be. For more information, check out the website that details all of my series. The link is in my bio page. +++ +-{Emerson & the Lion}-+ +-{Chapter 12}-+ "Emi, d...
Driving across London might not be the longest journey in the world, but it's a slow one. I had been in this little Toyota for half an hour and we were still a long way from home. The driver was Asian, a short, stocky guy wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, which I thought was unusual, even in the height of summer. He looked quite smart, but not like a c...
Author's Note: All characters in the story engaged in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. The following erotica contains incest content. You have been warned. Enjoy. :-) Do comment below and let me know if you like it. Don't be too harsh as it is my first story. Let's dive in. ---------------------------------------------- The alarm clock has got t...
Hey everyone! I started writing this a while ago and now I'm curious to see how it ends, so enjoy! There's a bit of Gaelic in it but I won't go crazy on you. Cion's full name is Cionaodh which is pronounced key OH na. The shorter version is just Key an. * Cionaodh Malloy stepped out of the lorry and made his way to the cliff which looked out over the Atla...
Hi there, my name is Raj and I'm here to tell you about an experience I had during my freshman year in college. First though, a bit of background on me. My parents are immigrants from India, but I was born and raised in the States. I had a conservative upbringing. I wasn't allowed to date and cultural differences precluded much intermingling with my classma...
Janet had been gone for about ten minutes when I went on line. Tuesday was her bridge night with her old girl friends. I expected her to be out for perhaps a couple of hours based on experience. "Have a good time," I told her as she walked out the door. I guess hidden desires were surfacing. I had no idea when I first married her five years earlier that ga...
The ride from 221B to Limehouse was taken in silence. Morbidity had settled on us both and no doubt we shared the same fond recollections of poor Nikipoo as many of his acquaintances would that night. The journey took us down the Strand where an abundance of black memorial ribbons stood out starkly against the advertizing posters in the Savoy's foyer. Figure...