Author's Note: This could have been titled "Bedding the Boss Pt. 03" but is intended to be a stand-alone story that happens to begin soon after parts one and two left off. And, whereas parts one and two were very much interdependent (and more or less lifted from a full-length novel) this adventure is almost exclusively new material, with a storyline in its o...
Winter never really came to West Yorkshire in 2017. Or rather, the days rolled around as per always but the bad weather didn't happen; it was generally mild with not so much rain and the one snow fall only covered the higher hills. In fact it wasn't just mild, it was occasionally hot. I saw May blossom in the last week of February which was, to my way of thi...
She was waiting for someone. I could tell in the way that she kept glancing at her watch. I couldn't help but wonder, who would keep her waiting? She was stunning. She had long red hair that curled at the ends and dark brown eyes that tilted up like a cat. Her red mouth was in a seductive little pout as she crossed her long graceful legs. She was definitely...
I have always been straight but I've also always been a little bit curious. It was a quick weekend girls trip where I finally had the chance to live out my fantasy. It was early in the night when we first got to the hostel. We were staying at a place in Manhattan, and decided to join the other guests in the kitchen. They were all drinking and getting ready t...
As our story opens, Captain Liberty was on patrol at the headquarters of the Justice Regiment with his wife, Lady Liberty. Captain and Lady Liberty, the Paragons of Liberty, are the premier superheroes of Port City. A distress call came in, so Captain called for his Lady. "Lady Liberty, we have an emergency call about a bank robbery in progress at the Firs...
When I come home from work, the gin and tonic awaits me on the coffee table: two ice cubes, the lime already squeezed into the drink to flavour it. A Bach harpsichord piece (something from the Well-Tempered Clavier?) is playing quietly. Kimmy doesn't come out yet. She knows I want a few minutes alone first, to sink into the sofa, kick off my pumps, sip my dr...
_For those who are unfamiliar with my stories, it's important to know going in that I don't write pure strokers. It takes a good long while to reach the juicy parts. Before a single boob is exposed, we need to get to know the characters and their setting, and why the encounters we're reading about are significant enough to warrant a story. The sexy parts hap...
It was Friday night, late February. Michelle wondered if she would be able to make it to March Break. She was in her first year of teaching, and she was exhausted. It had been a great year so far, but there were so many things to do, so many student needs to meet. Every time something went wrong or things didn't go according to plan, she suffered with self d...
We had been sixteen and so incredibly beautiful. Despite our teenage insecurities of being too fat, the photograph proved we had both been stunners ten years ago. Germaine; or Gemmy as I preferred to call her; and I must have been the envy of the world in our post-pubescent years. And now, aged 26, I’m sitting in my kitchen and reminiscing about that somewh...
Bombay was the most important port when India was a crown Colony of England because Ship's coming through the Suez cannel and the Red sea would dock in Bombay then goods going and coming would transfer to and from trains to all parts of India. Today it is still the most important port in Indian for trade with the western world. My husband is a businessman t...