Kate I feel tired but sleep does not reach me. Feeling the warmth of sleeping Archie next to me, I lie facing him and listen to his slow breathing. The cool air coming in from the window does not bother me now with him next to me, his warmth seems to radiate and fill the whole bed. It has been so long since I had anyone sleeping with me, I had forgotten how...
Chapter 29 - LYDIA Lydia Part 2 'Tell me naughty boy, how many times did you touch your little boy?' Lydia teased. 'If I tell you the truth, you won't believe me.' Dammy answered. 'Why not?' 'Because you won't.' He shot back. 'How can I know the truth?' She teased again. 'When I fuck you, you will find out, ok. Before I will be about to cum, I will fe...
** Note ~ For anyone who has not read the previous chapters, this private club only has staff members in their 20's and above and club members above the age of 21. ** ~ Second Round in the Lounge ~ *** Archie and Beau have their second round in the lounge and then taken to a private room for more fun with the young staff. *** On our way back to the lounge...
Above her, mounting her like the vast stallion he had become, Archie took possession of Imogene's body and mind, heart and soul, and became one with her in the frenzied pursuit of ecstasy. His passion rose to a crescendo, and he stared at his cock, enthralled, as it vanished and reappeared, slick and shiny, dripping with the woman's juices. Shaking with the...
Chapter Eight -- The First Fifteen May 1986 Sandra dropped Archie off outside his townhouse. They both watched the curtain twitch as the car pulled up. "Do you think she knows about us?" Sandra asked, biting a fingernail. "I doubt it. She thinks I'm a womaniser but wouldn't waste my time on my partner, too many loose lips etcetera. Thinks I play around o...
The continuing tale of turning our local pub into a place worth visiting. You will probably need to have read The White Hart and The White Hart Chapter 2 posted May and October 2013 to make sense of this. Chapter 4 is started ... no promises when it will be finished. I was out with workmates the next night but turned up early enough on the Thursday to...
For being as free-spirited as she was, Ginger had a few dyed-in-the-wool convictions. One of those was that Christmas decorations were not to be put up until the first weekend in December; anything earlier than that, she'd said many times, was just plain gauche. (She'd said it so often, in fact, that Archie had won $20 off a volunteer at the shelter three ye...
Melissa's gaze travelled once again to the clock on the wall. Twenty minutes late. This was getting ridiculous, she thought, glancing across to the desk where the solicitor's receptionist sat typing at a keyboard, her perfectly coiffed white hair slightly squashed by an audio headset. Replacing the dog-eared copy of Woman's Weekly upon a pile of similarly an...
I heard my Jennifer's voice, but she sounded so oddly different in her tone and her language. "Ray, come here and carry me to the shower and clean up your dirty pathetic excuse for a wife." I quickly came out of the shower area and scooped her up. "You are not a dirty or pathetic wife." I replied as I carried her to the outside shower area. "No, take me...
Author's notes: I have had to submit this piece in a hurry as I don't want the plot summary to be read. So it's incomplete. * Artist, photographer and pornographer, Archie Tennyson, frowned slightly. He nervously brushed his hand through his foppish blonde hair. Rachel Hobson, his dear, raven-haired model, stood before him, also frowning. Her dark expressi...