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'Size twelve, madam? Certainly, madam,' I said, obediently, metaphorically raising my eyebrows, and wondering whether I should a) try and pass off a 14 as a twelve, or, b) try and squeeze the woman's optimistic frame into the most generous twelve in the store. A common dilemma. She ended up buying the dress, squeezing herself into a twelve, and enjoying the...
I'm not conceited, I swear, and it's not like I'm hung up on this at all, but the truth is that I am, undeniably, a babe. Dropping all modesty for the moment, an extreme babe. I would never say that, but it's important that you get the right picture of me so this story makes a bit more sense. If you could see me, I wouldn't have to say it; it's obvious even...
Anita and Colleen were two characters I introduced in part two of The Sandman. It was a very brief mention, Tracey does security for Anita's coming out party because certain members of her church see it as a personal insult. It's been playing on my mind recently so I decided to do a single story about how Anita and Colleen got together. I still have more sto...
"It's not working like last time is it Jay?" Sophie, my son's girlfriend, said putting the camera down on my dressing table after she had spent half an hour or so photographing me. "No, it isn't, sorry," I replied catching her eyes in the mirror. "Do you feel ok? You don't seem as relaxed," she asked "No, I don't feel it." She came up behind where I wa...
If any of this going to make sense, and I want it to, then I need to give you some background. Think of it as a prologue if you like, I promise to keep it short. I was born at the tail end of the 1980's, the only child of parents who were as astonished by my arrival as I was myself. They called me Elizabeth on my birth certificate, but I was never anything...
I started writing this about a year ago. The story is based upon truth, names and a few other little details were disguised to protect the innocent. It's not all sex and action, more about falling in love, and being in love. I tried to make the sex scenes sensual rather than blatant, so I don't really care if it gets low ratings. However any feedback will be...
This is the third and final instalment of this trilogy. The most enjoyable aspect of everything surrounding this is your feedback- I'm grateful for the time you have taken to read any of these instalments. Receiving comments and your votes means a lot and I appreciate it. Trigger Warning: *Contains themes of violence, injuries and deceased persons.* Incl...
******************************* Last year when I told Andrea that I would be passing through London after attending a conference in Paris, it had not even crossed my mind that we would have an opportunity to meet. But we did meet, and this is the story of how the meeting happened and what we did together. I hope you like it. It's long, and the sexy parts,...
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