Welcome back readers. First of all, I really want to apologize for posting a wrong (non edited) file, which I have edited and resubmitted already. It will be changed soon. This is the final chapter and I am not planning on a sequel right now. For first time readers, I request you to read the entire series, from the beginning because all the parts are inte...
Faye Wagner heard the tapping at the back door and smiled when she looked up at the kitchen clock and saw that it was precisely 7 o'clock. The visitor was nothing if not precise, and the middle aged woman didn't even bother to peek through the curtains because she knew who it was. "It's me, your albatross!" the tall drink of water chirped after the door wa...
"Let's go out for dinner!" I said to Carl as he walked in the door. "I'd like a good steak!" "I don't have a problem with that! You buying?" he grinned. "If I have to!" We quickly got cleaned up and I had to decide on what to wear. It didn't take me long to make up my mind. I picked out something that was certainly off the wall for a quiet evening out. Bu...
Foreword This story features Heather Hunter and continues her most recent girl-on-girl "romance" (although not very directly and not without diversions along the way). It also includes some straight sex, an activity Hev hasn't ever been able to quit for good. If you are anti "straight" please feel free to skip Chapter Two and enjoy the rest of the yarn. *...
Our story opens at Belvedere Manor, an estate near the village of Liss in Hampshire in the year of our Lord, 1730 with King George the Second on the throne. The estate didn't come into being until 1662, two years after Charles the Second was placed on the throne. That was because the Belvedere family had fought for the royal cause in the Civil War and this...
A friend came over for lunch the other day as I was painting the den and as I hate painting with as much passion as I hate my ex husband I was only too willing to down the paintbrush and make some lunch. I have an abiding respect for Caroline Mullins. She's the only member of my ex husband's congregation to stay in contact with me. The rest of those 'so-call...
"UGH!" I huffed, tossing the paper across the table. The torn envelope lay at my feet, crumpled and forgotten as I sat in the stiff wooden dining chair. Tears finally reached my eyes as the heart wrenching sob took over my rib and chest, constricting and painful before I collapsed over the table. My arms lay out on the stable wood, the tears pooling under my...
"Mr. and Mrs. Parks, please sit down and make yourselves comfortable. I am Aurora Gaines and this must be Chloe!" "Thank you, Ms. Gaines," Alice Parks replied evenly, "it's so nice to meet you, I feel that I already know you, after all of the phone calls and letters." "I quite agree." Aurora replied, "I think that you've made a very wise decision to enro...
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Paige lay naked and spread eagled, her wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to the bed posts. Beside her a man was methodically stripping, folding his jacket, shirt and trousers, before wrapping his tie around his hand and laying it in a neat roll atop his pile of clothes. She was aware of the bulk of his body, his pale skin and the fine grey hair on his che...