"Ah Lord Pinkerton?" an emboldened mature lady around my mother's age accosted me as I lounged amiably enough with my cronies at the Misses Fotheringay's ball at Southam Courtenay, "Have you met my daughter Molly?" I looked past the matron and there through the fug of intoxication I believed I beheld an angel, a great vision in gleaming virginal white, and...
We was down the Dog and Duck, Big Norman, Harley Charlie, that's the bloke with the 50cc Honda Moped and me and a few other lads drinking Stella and Strongbow like while we waited for a Lib Dem meeting in the back room to finish so we could meet up with Al and play pool. Their meeting dragged on like Lib Dem meetings always do, you know if we don't agree we...
Disclaimer, The characters hereby depicted are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is inevitable owing to the ordinariness of the folks described. ============================ It was high school senior prom night, I lay in my bed watching dark clouds scudding across the moon as I listened to the sounds of the night, cric...
"I can see old Toby Fforbes now," I laughed, "Screwing this Turkish whore up against the wall of the whore house when," I laughed again, "He lost his balance and they fell sideways and." "Captain Darrowby please!" Miss Price chided as she walked beside me as we followed the rest of our party along the path beside the river Colne in the glorious afternoon su...
After seeing Harrie Bowvase in "Harrie the movie" Francine Roostermuncher heads out to Horse-ville Illinois, Harrie's home town, hunting for a guy or girl with an eight inch cock to poke her with her boyfriend Tony Meyer in pursuit. This is Tony's harrowing story, and he ain't fond of lilly assed tranny Homos, but hey don't shoot the messenger. Andy Beauvai...
Once upon a time, in a castle on a mountain surrounded by forests there lived a beautiful young girl called Princess Lilla who everyone fell in love with until they met her and realised what a spoiled, vicious tongued, vindictive, vile little madam she really was. Her father loved her and would do anything for her because she was completely impossible if he...
One morning I listened to the tale of how in a small mid-west town in 2168, Melissa offered comfort to her widowed father Tom the town's spiritual leader. It was so moving that I wrote it down shorthand just as Tom told it. ================================================ "It's a fail Tom," Old Sam Jenner told me, "Busted wide open, I'd say a nigger done...
I was minding my own business in my club, reading the evening newspaper, relaxing after dinner, whiling away the time until supper. Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need. Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their na...
Lord Marchington's Staff. If truth be told I was dreading my return to Marchington Hall, my brother Charles the Fifth Baron Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his estate, though in truth it was no longer his but mine. He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked...
Disclaimer. Any similarities between the people here depicted and persons living or deceased is entirely unintentional and the author wishes to apologise in advance for any mistaken impression that may arise. ----------------------------------------- It was in the third week of our 'relationship,' when we realised it just was not working out. We had spen...