Author's Note This story picks up from "Irresistible Attraction" and "Holding Out for a Hero", although as usual I have tried to write it as a tale in its own right, so readers have no reason to backtrack. And, unlike many of my earlier efforts, this one is sex just about all of the way. ***** Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire: Thursday morning) Hea...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in Belfast, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in Trish's dressing room in Belfast, shortly after her world championship clash with Victoria. ***** Trish sat on a chair, put her head in her hands, and sobbed. She had been beaten before but...
Chapter One As a responsible member of the upper sixth Angie didn't have to wear a uniform. She had, however, settled on a sort of uniform of her own. Consisting of Doc's, jeans and a sweatshirt or a T, it wasn't a million miles away from the way she dressed out of school. Face it: with a build like hers she wasn't going to wear anything girly, was she? A...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Running the risk of being mistaken for a terrorist, I spent the night in the airport, shifting from one area to another, mingling with crowds whenever possible. Every now and then I'd try to snatch a nap, taking care to pillow my head on my backpack, not wanting it to be assumed to be stray and blown up by the bomb squad. Thinking back, I...
Hi, it's Mikki again. First things first; please let me apologize for ending so abruptly the other day. As I said at the time, I was welling up, astounded by my own stupidity. I needed to pull myself together and guess what? Another bottle and a half of Shiraz sent me off to the Land of Nod before I could get back to my keyboard. Fast asleep there on the set...
Chapter One (February 2002) Heather came awake with a jolt, surprised to be surrounded by darkness. Semi-dazed as she was two questions occurred to her immediately: “Where?” and “How?” “How” wasn’t too tricky to answer. It had been James’s twenty-first party last night. James was on her course but had taken a year out before starting university. He also h...
"How would you and Robin like to go to San Francisco for a weekend getaway?" Carl asked, knowing what my answer would be. "When?" I excitedly asked him. He handed me two airline tickets and said, How does next weekend suit you?" "Only two tickets?" I asked. "I can't go, but I knew you and Robin would have a great time. Miss Pris told me you could use her...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...
This is the second part of the tale of Caroline & Heather. You will need to read the first part for it to make any sense. There is a slightly harder edge to this part, with a bit more fetish content in it. Those of you who might not like that might want to leave now and just remember Caroline's happiness at the end of Part 1... For those of you brave enoug...
Chapter 1: Cramped between bed and brick, atop dirty clothes and only god knows, stood a short, young and shapely brunette woman. Her name was Jennifer, and she was in quite a bit of hurry, dashing this way and that -- taking not her time, nor sipping slowly at her steam-topped tea. No, instead she was applying her makeup with one hand, all the while trying...