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Grayfell pulled his hood farther forward and hunched his shoulders. It did no good. The wool cloak was soaked all the way through, offering only lip-service against the pounding rain that had been falling all day. His horse's head hung as it plodded through fetlock-deep mud. The grayness of the day rivaled twilight, which was still a couple hours off. As he...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - It's 1941, and Britain is experiencing the full fury of the Blitz. Amongst the wartime rationing, uncertainty, danger lurking across the Channel, the air-raids and the eerie sirens that herald them, 21-year old switchboard girl Sandra Smith finds plenty of ways to enjoy herself with men in uniform. Her shy 19-year-old cousin Susie...
They have airplane simulators to test out who is good pilot material, don't they? So why not a simulator to test out who is good marriage material? At least that's the question that I asked myself after I went through my second divorce of a cheating husband at the ripe old age of twenty seven. Both James and Trent seemed like great guys who were in love wit...
I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like doing very much. I also spend a lot of time, editing and correcting my stories, which I hate. But it has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably consistent story. My only reward is the letters I get from the people reading my stories. That could be from you! If you liked th...
Jennifer Hutchins, aka the costumed crimefighter Midnight, aka CallmeCallme6969 on the swingers' site she had joined last night, logged onto her PC just after noon on Saturday. It was a gray, nondescript fall day, with leaden skies, a steady wind that rattled the eaves, and bare tree limbs reaching up, as if aiming to poke holes in the low-lying clouds. A la...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
I’m a Private Investigator. I’ve even got a license to prove it. I don’t have a permit to carry a gun, but I don’t need one anyway. Divorce is my business, or, to put it more accurately, adultery. Wives come to me complaining that their husbands are lying, cheating pussy hounds and I do my best to catch them in the act. When I started out I’d follow these...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hi everyone, I'm back with another... thing. I'll be trying to push these out a little faster now that I've got a run up on them, and also get Rising back into a schedule, so look out for that. Otherwise, please vote or comment, because I...
The tale of Daly Parker November winds were particularly cold this year, Daly thought. Having closed the music store early, she decided to walk the four blocks to the accountant's office where her accounts were. She needed to confer with her CPA Eric Thomlinson about an expansion loan to increase the size of her store. Daly clasped her coat closed around h...