(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
This is the fifth and final part of the initial book. I am adding parts as things develop with these characters. This part does a fair amount of looking back to events we've already seen, from a different perspective. Prelude The girls sounded drunk. Eileen stood in the salon's fitting room, picking up bits and pieces of a chatty-Cathy convention. From the...
Claire was sitting in her desk beside the window in the rear of class with rumbling to her core and a heart pumping up a storm. She needed to pass college chemistry and to have any chance of that, she had to get a passing grade on the test she took the previous day but the professor wanted to wait until the end of class to post their results. Like she drew...
If this is your first time coming across an Ellie and Jody story, you've got a lot of catching up to do before you read this. There are 12 other parts to their story that come before this. Please catch up, especially if you love a good romance, because at its heart that's what this is. A love story. As always favorite the story, me as an author and leave a...
"Ms. Wyman?" the receptionist called out. Jolene got up and raised her hand. "Please follow me," the receptionist instructed. Jolene walked behind her, her high heels clacking on the tile floor. She tried to straighten out her suit, feeling nervous a the possible diagnosis. The receptionist led her into an office, where Jolene took a seat in front of the...
Foreword Good day, as my favourite Aussie uncle might say. It's me again, that pesky Charley . . . the one who keeps promising to tell all in a few thousand words but then drags everything out forever. Not that there's anything wrong in dragging out sex. Ask me, the longer sex is dragged out the better. Three hours without pause for breath sounds good, do...
I think it was when I was 14 that it began to dawn on me. I pretty much figured it out when I was 16, but I still tried to deny it. It simply couldn't be. I finally had to just accept it when I was 18. That was when everything fell apart. My life ended June 24th, just after I graduated from high school. Well, that is probably being a bit too dramatic. No, I...
Please note -- All characters portrayed in this fictional story are 18 and over. This chapter finalises this portion of the story however if you would like to continue there have been further chapters written under the title of Power Versus Submission to be published soon. This chapter contains themes of coercion and questionable consent, if this is likely t...
Foreword Hello, hello, hello, Davina here again . . . but please feel free to call me Dave. It seems ages since I last contributed. In fact I just checked and it is almost a year. A whole year and no contact at all. What am I like! Please, please excuse my atrocious bad manners. My last instalment covered a week in Lanzarote with Sinead, followed by a wee...
The story is a slow build and the sex is a little bit near the end. *************************************** Honestly, if I never went back to my home town again, I felt it would be no loss whatsoever. It held few good memories for me. When I graduated from high school, I left for college and never returned, not even for summer vacation. I got summer jobs i...