Chapter 1: The New School I was pretty excited that first day. If I had known what the next few weeks were going to be like I might have been a bit more reticent, but everything is easier when you looking back on it. Anyway, it was my first day at a new school and I couldn't wait. I was a little bit sad because I had left my big, suburban school last summer...
Hello dear readers, Sorry but Daphne's sequel is gonna take a little longer. I've received several messages from eager followers. Please forgive me. Life being what it is and since I'm not a professional writer, I've been taken away from writing for several months and right now I'm still working on the ending. It will come out I promise. Here's to pass tim...
This is the continuation of 'The Artist and her young lover'. It will make little sense unless you have read the previous parts. For the sake of consistency it should be titled: The Artist and the Trouble-shooter, but, too many characters! To Recap - Milly's wife, a police officer, is killed and her friend's daughter, Fiona, comforts Milly through her grie...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * * What was I doing here? I watched as everyone walked around...chatting one another up...mingling, that was the right word, wasn't it? I'm not a social person, so even a 'small get together,' with 50 or so people, in a posh hotel suite, was too much for me. Nevermind the re...
** October 13, 2014 ** Kara Dear Diary, I'm wrapping up a meeting with a client at her office on Columbus Day. Moments away from shutting down my computer, my Gmail notification pops up. Just seeing that it's from her, Lissy, brings a blush to my cheeks. I know without looking that my miss has instructions for me. No longer listening to what my client is...
This is the first time I have written something like this and I will be grateful for any feed back that I get, good or bad. So please enjoy and let me know what you think. * The wait that I was feeling was more than I could tolerate. But I knew that when I could finally meet her that I would be happy. We have talked for the last few months on the phone an...
CHAPTER SEVEN (Sunday, 21st April 2002) 'Guess what?' said Rita as she came back into the waiting room. 'Alex won't leave his sister's side. You'll have to go one at a time.' 'I'd better go last.' Mother smiled. 'I might have to drag him out by the ear.' The nurse had a put-upon air about her now, doubtless thanks to Alex. Heather followed her through a...
Authors Note: Well, I can see now why there's hardly any stories involving survival and apocalyptic themes on this site. I had to edit out most of the violence so I don't know, I hope this reads like a genuine survival love story regardless. Had I known there was a prohibition, I wouldn't have written this story. But I have, so. As a disclaimer, this story...
This is my Oscar moment, don't worry though, the music will rush me off quite soon. This story is continued from the first chapter which you really should read to appreciate the story but what the fuck, it's your life, right? (If you haven't read the first chapter, this'll just be an empty, shallow & meaningless fuck, so turn right around & march y...
[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...