I've been anticipating our rendezvous for days, anxiously thinking about you as I fly to the Norfolk airport and drive the rental car to the beach house. It's a cool day but sunny and the wind is brisk as I sneak inside, careful to close the door behind me. I had anticipated knocking on the door and finding you there, but the door is open and I wander in....
Clarification: In many parts of the UK, a female's "Fanny" is/are her sexual organs, not her backside as is the usual accepted meaning of the term in some other countries. The Publican or license holder of a Public house is known by a variety of names; formally they are the landlord or landlady, and colloquially they are frequently referred to as the Governo...
I'm not sure why Max chose me for Project Horatio. I was a city boy. My experience up until that point was all about urban renewal projects. My idea of water was the Thames. 'Are you sure that you want me to lead this?' I asked Max. 'Just think of it as Saint Katherine or Canary Wharf, but with the other side of the river being the coast of France,' Max sai...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Any references to sex by characters in this story involve ONLY persons 18 years of age or older. Warning! There is reference to Non-Consensual sex—if that is not to your liking, then feel free to pass on this story; I will understand. Also, there are some mild racial references that are not necessarily PC, but, unfortunately, reflect attitudes...
"Fuck, Dean, careful with that expensive camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa." "On it, Pearl," I replied. Pearl Campbell's a best-selling wildlife photographer specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in t...
"We're almost there now." Anne guided her car expertly through the lanes of the sleepy Norfolk village where she'd grown up and learnt the joys of country life. Brian, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, felt distinctly nervous -- a fact betrayed by his sweaty palms. They'd met at university in Cambridge some weeks earlier and now he anticipated with qui...
Part 1 - (Norfolk & Charleston) We had always talked about doing it but never got around to it until Marge and Ralph tried it and found that it was a really great way to see the country. They called us as soon as they got back and told us that we had to do it also as they were sure that we would love it. They had rented a very comfortable, very large RV tha...
Prologue She was a virgin when we married. Of course, this was a time just before the sexual revolution that decreed that virginity was something to be fixed as quickly as possible. Today, young girls are actually ashamed of their hymens and are teased by their peers of they are thought to be virgins. In 1959 I was a twenty-two year-old second class petty...
(Author's note: This is a repost of a story I wrote under the name Tearsofsorrow2, the story has been graciously edited by HopelesslyAddicted and I thank her for her diligence. When you find any stylistic concerns know that they are owned by the author and he cherishes them. Please comment loudly, can't improve if I don't see where. The story is based on the...
It was in the June, some six months or so after my husband of thirteen years and I had parted. Well actually I had kicked him out after finding out for the third time he’d been cheating on me. I’d been devastated. I had thought that, despite the earlier disappointments when I’d found out about his playing away, that we’d overcome those problems That we’d now...