Mary's announcement from the window spurred Fletcher and Sorrel to walk a little faster. He wasn't in the least interested in anything Florence wanted, but Sorrel was of the opposite opinion. Whatever Florence had in mind, regardless of the older woman's intentions, could only serve to help prove her innocence. They reached the kitchen door and walked in. M...
Chapter Five A Pink Room Mary called out to the kitchen where Fletcher was reading the morning paper. It was early. "Fletcher; it's the telephone. Pearce Vasquels is on the line." Fletcher reached for the telephone and answered, "Hello?" From the other line Pearce responded, "Fletcher. Good morning. Yes, this is Pearce. How is everyone? I hope you and yo...
Note: I'd like to thank ashpuppy for editing my story this time around. I'm very pleased with the results of his hard work. I'm confident that this will be the last time I'll have to resubmit this particular chapter. Enjoy the story. - Wyldnight A heavy rain pounded on the roof as we sat in the living room. I was seated on the couch and my mother was sittin...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. The Touch Pt. 38 Late Nights and Early Mornings Sunday turned out to be not at all as I had planned. My intention had been to go down to the garden centre early to do the watering; check that everything was OK...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt. 25 A Damsel in Distress Saturday was a grey, much cooler day with periodic bouts of drizzle and so we were not terribly busy at the garden centre which did at least enable everybody to concentrate on neces...
Running on the interstate at about the same speed as the traffic the size of it is always amazing to me, I wonder why exactly I was called out there. Yes it was unusual, but family squabbles are not really anything I should be called on to solve. Reaching the overpass I scoot across the highway and drop down onto the landing pad they had been gracious enough...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- Twenty Three Men and a Priestess. The village had no need for a police force or constabulary since violence like this was unheard of in this village. When things out of the ordinary like this did happen it fell to the Chief, the Alpha, and the Monk to sort everything out. It did not take long for this trio to be assembled around me...
Author's note: The positive response to my first story was great to receive...thanks. Part 2 has two pieces to it...A & B. Part 2A: Portland to Bakersfield I turned.... At least four things went through my mind the moment I heard Hank ask me to go along with him. - One my wife was gone for at least 2 weeks so that was no problem. - Two, with wireless...
The Final Chapter in the complex work surrounding Kitty, Charlene and Tad. This is a dramatic twist in the story, and is in the SF section because it has little in the way of BDSM, so it's cross-filed. For those who have not read it before, it is recommended to read the works 'Battlefield' and 'Measure Of A Man' before diving into this final chapter in the l...
My Indian maid instructs me on masturbation, and sets up regular spankings -- Tarek Zia. It was 11 pm, and a hot Thursday night to boot. I closed the door to my room and lied down on my bed, and started to think about the last three very unusual weeks of my suddenly unusual life. In those last three weeks I had been punished several times by Rashida. That w...