I landed in London what felt like a week later. England is far. It was late, I was tired and incredibly jet lagged. I took a cab to the Savoy Hotel, where I had gotten one of the very last rooms. I couldn't care less at that point. All I really wanted was to hit the bed and go to sleep. After checking in, taking a shower and finally laying down in bed, I too...
Friday, 2 shopping days to Christmas As expected, Sir Philip had Lady Barbara collected early on Friday morning with his chauffeur-driven limousine, which pulled up and parked outside the row of cottages precisely at six o'clock. She was ready to go, with an overnight bag packed and waiting inside the front door. She stepped out of her cottage as soon as th...
Chapter 2: Dinner conversation turns into Challenge Accepted! I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read, vote, and comment on Learning the Rules: Chapter 1. I truly appreciate your feedback. Here is Chapter 2, a little hotter as promised. Please let me know your thoughts and feedback. I hope you enjoy the read. Ashley makes her rounds thr...
NC-18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved. * Carlie opened the door to the stairwell and started up the stairs. Shame she didn't think to look behind the door. She made it to the landing outside the door on my floor and had just barely gotten her hand...
"Hello," Miss K said as she answered the phone. "Where are ya? You're gonna be here in 5? Alright. You got the address for IHOP, right? OK, See ya in a bit. Bye." "So is this girlfriend of yours on her way?" Jennifer chimed in. "I mean if she doesn't exist, this is Vegas after all." Miss K laughed just as she was about to pick up her menu, pounding the tab...
SET in New Zealand's South Island. CHAPTER 1 Iona was not quite a year old when brought to New Zealand fifty years ago by her Scottish parents Ross and Jennie MacDonald. Ross, a keen fisherman, spent his first two years labouring on a farm on coastal Otago and working late into the night rebuilding an abandoned wrecked fishing boat, buying tools and mat...
This is an adult sex story. No one under the age of eighteen is involved in any way with this story. This is my first story. I originally published this story on August 4, 2017 as the first of many stories about Jack Colton. I felt it was time to revisit this story and rewrite and edit where needed. For those of you who don't know me, read this story fi...
Part 1: Roger Ask any historian of British naval history about the late Rear Admiral Sir John Ambrose 'Bull' Bullamore, DSC, and they will tell you he is a legend: a ruddy-faced, pugnacious, larger-than-life character, the son of a humble provincial tailor who rose through the ranks due to a combination of superb tactical awareness, daring and courage in co...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
When the door opened, Larry was taken aback by the sheer beauty of the woman on his doorstep, like he always was when he looked her way. Fuck, Alexis looked fine! The head cheerleader stood before him, two duffel bags around her torso, and she was showing a lot of skin. Damn, he loved her cheerleading outfit. Those damn black and gold hot pants and the...