On a gorgeous Saturday morning in mid-July, Katie stared morosely at the ceiling. It was barely eight o'clock, but there wasn't a chance in hell she was going to fall back asleep. Her girlfriend, Riley, had left obscenely early to help one of her friends finish baling the hay in what seemed like his endless fields. For the last few weeks, he'd been short on...
Amanda Likes Japanese Girls by Vincent Part 1 Amanda was in her bath robe sitting on her bed, waiting for the sound she's waited for every night this week. Amanda had a crush. She knew it was the real thing, because when she met Hina for the first time her teeth tingled. It was a dead give away. Every time she met someone that piqued her love interest she...
It started quite innocently. Ok maybe I should rephrase that. There was not much innocent about the discussion I found myself deeply engaged in that evening. She was a blonde. Actually blonde always seems, at least to me as being hair that has a golden honey glow, long and straight. You get the idea. This woman's hair was white. Almost albino white. I could...
This is a long love story in three chapters but you'll have to wait for the sex. If you want a plotless quick thrill, then there are plenty of those elsewhere on this site. Some characters from my earlier stories make an appearance later on in this tale (although it is not necessary to have read those stories, it might help to know the characters). Character...
The big house had loomed over the village for two hundred years or more. The landscape was flat, and it sat atop the only piece of rising ground like a faintly sinister guardian angel. It was viewed more with reverence than with fear by the villagers. It dominated their lives as a benign but uncertain presence. Sophie had known it all her short life. She ha...
My name is Louise Antioch and I am a female psychopath. Having antisocial personality disorder isn't a disease. It's a lot of fun to me. Trust me on that one. A five-foot-ten, plump, green-eyed, blonde-haired woman without conscience. That is yours truly. One of the free spirits out there who can do anything at all without feeling guilty. These days, it's th...
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four y...
Chapter Seven: Between the shafts of a cart The hands of her watch showed a square angle when Cathy entered the courtyard: nine o'clock sharp. The sun was shining above Charissa, as it usually did in the month of Rose. The New State had changed the names of the months: instead of Roman gods and imperators, they were now named after the nicest Auronian flowe...
I was recently interviewed on a Danish breakfast show and whilst the main topic was my holiday farm out in Charleville, the conversation briefly detoured into my personal life and my relationship with Dolores. I said as little as possible because I've always been cautious of opening the door on your private life but afterwards as we sat in a café in Nyhavn,...
We learned we could do better It is not often when friends believe there is only one way to go. That was when if all began for the two us, after Diana and I, Theresa were no longer satisfied where our lives were going, or the attitude of our men. Men who expected from us what they never, or rarely would do at home. Often spending money in hotels, to be wi...