Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This is a work of Fiction and will have an additional chapter. Thank you for your comments. This is the third installment of a story I began in January. The plot is settled but the scenes and details have required more time than anticipated. The curve of the plot is shifting to t...
An English Holiday Part 1 Lauren and Rob pulled up in the car park and Rob killed the Golfs engine with a twist of the key. They were early and the car park was pretty much empty, the silence outside was almost complete. It was hot and the sky above was a vast cloudless blue. Typical June weather, by God. "You ok hun?" Asked Rob turning to his wife with a...
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...
With full acknowledgements for the inspiration of this story, to Colleen Thomas, and her 'Irish Eyes'. My apologies if she is offended. Prologue. It was just turned three-thirty on a hot August summer afternoon, in 1982, and the very air itself was sleeping, one eye drowsily open. The occasional drawn-out protest from a whirling flock of blackbirds, as the...
This is the third part of a multi-part story. The first five parts are the initial book. I am adding parts as things develop with these characters. This part begins the day after part 2 ends. There is zero sex in this part, which deals with a mother's struggle to accept her daughter. Kathleen Nelson: A Mother's Struggle Sunday, 1 p.m. Early on the afterno...
The following is a continuance of a story I posted a little while ago. It might stand up on its own but will make much more sense if you read the first two parts, I hope you like it...Best wishes CC. One Saturday evening Kate and I were in the cinema. The film was dreadful, not what we were expecting. Kate was restless and playful; reaching across for popco...
I vacation later than most to be alone on the beach ,and develop an overall suntan, and North Carolina's "Outer Banks" were now deserted. I walked nude near the water, barefooted, my towel in one hand, my skimpy French cut bathing suit in the other. The warm sun on my body, and the light breeze making my nipples crinkle and stand erect. In the distance, I sa...
The Relationship Continues ******************************* This is part two of the story of Kate's relationship with Brianna. While it can be read as a stand-alone story, it may better be enjoyed by first reading "Fun with Bri", which relates how Kate and Bri first got together during a business trip to Orlando. I have posted this in the Lesbian Sex cate...
In loving memory of Colleen Thomas, A.J.M., Lemon Pound Cake, & 'snow-forts' built of Scottish quilts… ~ Penny stepped through the open sliding doors -- a tattered yellow patchwork quilt, well-loved-to-lumpy, the only buffer between her steam-fresh flesh and this new brisk sting of the seasons' first snowfall. The makeshift cloak proved more cumbersome t...
GameStop closed at eight, and by the time Miles closed the store down and locked up it was eight thirty. By eight forty, he had been home, changed his clothes, and picked me up at my apartment. He drove as fast as caution would allow--heedless of the speed limit, and the thankfully oblivious cop that had been sitting at the light on Doyle street. By eight fi...