Welcome back readers. First of all, I really want to apologize for posting a wrong (non edited) file, which I have edited and resubmitted already. It will be changed soon. This is the final chapter and I am not planning on a sequel right now. For first time readers, I request you to read the entire series, from the beginning because all the parts are inte...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. *** With the premises at Northcote for the club progressing slowly I had time on my hands which I had used well. I had set u...
Kara bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached Amy's house. It was late Friday evening and the sound of her feet striding along the sidewalk seemed to be the only sound in the usually busy town. Even the black sky above seemed to be casting an ominous tone on the events ahead. Kara was a stunning twenty three year old with straight raven hair that casc...
I watched her sleep. Dressed in nothing by a lacy camisole and matching boy shorts. It contrasted with her golden skin. Her long, relaxed hair fell in layers around her face and I gently pushed a few of the strands back. Her legs curled beneath her on my plain cream couch, the dragon tattoo that ran done her right thigh never failed to turn me on. I alway...
There are times when there is no time, when it isn't just the urgent need between my legs which is the imperative. When the only chance for satisfaction is fast shameless action. Move now or it is gone forever. *** The Brits gave the world railways. Not just in the inventing sense - I studied enough economic history to know that it was Brit capital that fi...
Special Thanks to Kleora for her sweetness and patience in editing what originally was a disaster. * In the beginning, there was little I knew about Lin. All I could say was that she was beautiful and even when I met her, I was unsure if she would ever be interested in me, let alone in women, though I considered myself to be pretty. I was brown skinned wi...
Darlene sipped her coffee, omitting the usual sniffs and ahhhs she indulged when drinking her morning cuppa without anybody else around. Her mind was totally absorbed with the embedded video she had just clicked on from the daily news roundup online. It was an antiquated broadcast of the show "Politico, Corrected" with host Roy Mahler from the turn of the...
So it was that at four o'clock the following day, Jimmy and I entered a cupboard on the landing and slipped down a passage to the window that looked out into Georgina's boudoir. From her side the window was a mirror and, as she had explained, it was through this that the photographs were taken. It was a lovely room, smaller than the salon and richly decora...
Written from the inspiration of experiences and friends, this fantasy is for reading pleasure and enlightenment. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities is coincidental. ***** Several months had passed since Lori and Valerie met and discovered each other in the forest glade. They both held fond memories of the events that occurred during the weeken...
The old weir gate was stuck, again. The old one, made of hornbeam had been much better, but had fallen to pieces two years ago; this modern thing was awful. It had swollen with the rain, and needed a good kick to make it open; fortunately, I was in the mood for kicking, so I gave it a good boot – and it opened. The trees were stark against the sky, denuded...