Chapter 9 — SATURDAY NIGHT — Matters take an unexpected turn Jack Palmer's body was warm and electric. Like every molecule of his being wanted to get up and dance. Move. Be touched. He'd worked out what it was on the way back to the room. MDMA. Chemical grade Ecstasy. It must have been mixed into his drink. He'd only had one, the drink that Jade had brough...
Terry was having his usual less than fun time at the party. It always seemed to be like that, he hadn't even wanted to go but his one and only male friend Bobby had insisted. Probably because Bobby had long since lost his driver's license from being stopped by the Cops three sheets to the wind far too many times. Bobby knew that Terry wouldn't touch alcoh...
Past encounters Hi, Something new. Been in my head for an age -- and partly written. Finished now and working on the rest of the series [of five]. Could be in Sci fi/Fantasy but it is about a Celebrity so here it is. Has anal at end so, if you don't like that, don't read that bit! Vote and comment please. Thanks. No. 1: Cyd Charisse Where the hell was I...
“Watch out for the bat!” I ducked just in time as a flying toy buzzed through the plastic hair on my Frankenstein’s monster mask and crashed into the wall. Immediately, two girls rushed to retrieve it. First to get there was a sensuous Black Cat. With her buxom build and auburn hair flowing down her black velvet back, I guessed that it was Kitty Rourke, the...
Author's Note: This is a story about infidelity. Everyone in this story is married. I say that upfront because in the past many readers have criticized any story I wrote involving married women. If infidelity offends you then I recommend that you not read this story. PRELUDE Kelly Bridges and I were in a vacant horse stall at boarding stables where I boar...
CHAPTER 5 - CAIRO FOR BEGINNERS A one dog night with a semi-tantric morning. It was my first time on an airplane. Tina had flown about a million times before and tried to scare me with blatant lies about the horribleness and danger of flying. I knew she was lying but was a little nervous anyway until the guy behind me started to loudly tell his neighbor ab...
They call me Al-Asi but that is not my real name it, however, reflects who I am better than my real name. For me, the name is a testament that it's possible to defy the place you are born into. I'm not an educated girl, I can barely read and write, but I'm a poet and narrator, because I know how to tell a story. The name gives a clue to my origins; I'm from...
Chapter 11. Homecoming When Barbara’s two weeks with the Bitch had expired Ludlow drove down to London to pick her up. They kissed inside the car; just a brief meeting of lips, the slightest flick of tongues together, tip to tip. Not much was said during the drive back up to University, they just quietly held hands as Ludlow drove the powerful Jag. It was a...
A fine day, thick and hot making Miriam Hancock's face dewy with sweat. She gazed at the house. Was this the place? She checked the card in her hand. No mistake. It was an unimposing Edwardian terrace house in a street of equally unimposing houses, narrow fronted, three stories high, the windows heavily draped. She went up a set of steps to a porticoed door...
Foreword: I'm going to shock a couple of you around there but I have to confess something. I'm not a big fan of Walt Disney's work of sweetening/softening/censoring the classics of juvenile literature. Peter Pan was written by J.M. Barrie and is a harsh tale on refusing to grow old, on the different figures of womanhood and ruthlessness of children. In the...