Please note: This is (obviously) Part Two and is best read after Part One! There will hopefully be other parts to come. There was a comment that Part One was too slow to get going but that was deliberate. If you like it quick and dirty don't bother reading on. But I think that part of the fun of this category - exhibitionism - is often found in the build up...
She was having lunch with Marci on Monday and they were talking shop when Marci asked: "Isn't your boy supposed to be here today?" "My boy?" "You know what I mean. Isn't Harvey supposed to be here?" "Some time this afternoon is what I was told." "So it is doubtful that we will be able to have a girl's night out?" "I don't know. I don't have any idea wh...
The story I am about to tell could only have taken place in Britain in the romantic days of rail travel. In those days there were still real trains hauled by steam locomotives. The only pantyhose were the so-called tights worn by women playing male roles in pantomime. Women normally wore fully-fashioned stockings and held them up with suspenders, which I dis...
It was another hot, humid and sunny day. I had begun, at last, to acclimatise to the stickiness of northern Thailand, though coming in the wet season was not a smart move. There were thunderstorms most days and the aftermath was a bath of sweat. But there were advantages too. There were far fewer tourists and in a small town like the one I was in, it was rar...
The next day, Elunara opened the door and took the bundle from the courier before passing him some coins. She flipped through the packages. "Enter!" Elunara looked around. "Where's Duchie?" "He's gotten worse, and Ina has him confined." Renwa sighed. She closed the door and walked to the desk and held up her letters. "I sent a number of messages to peo...
Hey Everyone! So, I've completely revamped Can't Fight Time. I liked the first book, but I thought there was something missing. Meh, I'm a perfectionist, what can I say. Anyway, I hope you're excited! I know I am! This is the first chapter of the revamped, brand-spanking-new Can't Fight Time. Hope you all like it! Don't forget to comment, I love feedback!...
I didn't know much about this stuff. I'd lost my virginity with a girl who'd been eager to be slapped around, because that was what turned her on, but I wasn't sure how I'd felt about that. I'd gone through the years with a succession of girlfriends, some of whom had been turned on by that sort of thing - play rape and whatnot - and some of whom had not. It...
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...
It was the first time Linda regretted the attention-grabbing flash of her silver Mercedes. She absolutely loved the car, but even in this affluent suburb it stuck out. And after what she'd done to that man back at the hamburger place, jerking him off to the point of orgasm and then raking her nails across his groin, leaving him desperate to come and bleeding...
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun (1951) Preface: The Teller of the Tale My name is Mitch Taylor. You may recognize my name if you follow the best seller lists. My fourth appearance on the most prominent such list in the USA will occur next week after the very recent publication of my new novel. Alth...