Chapter 51 Camille He had apologized for not lasting as long as usual. "But most people my age are dead," he said in his defense. She giggled at his statement, kissed him and got out his bed. "Whatever you say old man but once again you fucked the hell out of me. I should charge you extra but you are one of the few that make sure I have an orgasm so you...
The beautiful blonde ran desperately across the muddy ploughed field. Her hands were tied behind her, her bare feet slipping and scrambling in the muddy furrows. She could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance and the noise of a horn being blown. They were closer now. She knew that the hounds had her scent. She was nude. Looking closely at the tearf...
Hi Cous, Sorry I don't get around to writing more often, but you know me. Retirement has been great, but I seem to be more active then ever. BTW (sorry, I'm so used to computer lingo I tend to use it in everyday) Anyway, did you ever get around to looking at any of the stories I written? I know there's porn there, too. But I like them cause I can put alm...
This story follows on from Mother's Milk and Au Natural Mothers it may make more sense if you read those stories first. * Thursday. Mood Ecstatic Today I have found a woman I love in all senses of the word. How can I describe her, she is the most wonderful woman in the world when she touches me my skin tingles and I grow so excited. I want to give her...
Thanks to jo for another amazing editing job. Remember, this is a piece of fiction from my warped mind. Enjoy! Copyright 2011 by the author. ******** I've put this off long enough. Everything else is done, all the paperwork is in order, everybody knows what I want and what they're supposed to do, even who gets all my stuff - this is the last thing on th...
A big thank you goes out to 'Lady Cibelle' and 'Techsan' for their editing prowess. Our little town has a community garage sale once a year. There are probably a hundred and thirty garage sales that weekend. Of course my wife Connie has to take part, but she will complain about all the work that has to be done to get ready for it. We've been part of this co...
I stared at the table, blankly. I glared at the empty shot glass that had contained vodka. "What did I do to deserve this, huh?" The shot glass did not answer. I withdrew into my mind. A year ago, things had been perfect. My wife and I were gainfully employed. We loved each other dearly. Our friends said we were the perfect couple. We owned a small house...
My cousin Tara and I were on a dream holiday. Instead of our previous package breaks we had gone with our parents and my uncle & aunt to a remote island off the coast of Africa. We flew into a tiny airstrip and then were taken on a long rough taxi ride to a crudely built new chalet near the coast on the edge of the untamed jungle. We were both tomboys and h...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
It was early afternoon when Shanta and Gary reached Caman, a trading outpost at the edge of the forest. Basically a small human settlement, it was comprised of wooden huts and various booths and stands where merchants bartered or sold their wares. It was warm and humid, and the brutal, glaring rays of the sun beat down on them. They rested under the shelte...