There has been a long break between the 2nd part of this story and this one for which I apologize. Thanks to those who have continually emailed asking for part 3 and I hope this does not disappoint. I greatly appreciate the assistance of my two editors for this story, Angel Love and P_A_Solcrofft for their attention to detail and overall comments. Without t...
Sometimes things happen in life that cause you to really stop and question whether or not it was pure chance that you were in the right place at the right time, or whether destiny brought you to that particular situation. Although I have never been a strong believer that every step along life's path has been pre-planned, I have always held the belief that de...
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. Chapter 4: A Ride Home for Annabelle Autumn at the garden centre was a lot slower than the spring or summer. There were fewer customers and most of the work that we needed to do was inside, either in the green...
"You love your wife, don't you, baby?" She reaches down and runs my erect penis through her hand. I whimper, shudder at her touch. She smiles down at me as she sees me quiver. Her hand covers the entire length of my erection and then some, something she teases me about. The CB-6000 penis harness I wear at all times, except for reward or punishment sessions...
I got kind of sidetracked on this one and it takes a while to get to the payoff. I didn't change this during edits, because I think there's value in doing it this way, but just FYI. If you're not as serious with comics, you may want to look up Stephanie Brown's costumes as the Spoiler, Robin, and Batgirl. Also, the chapter kind of assumes that you know that...
Greg was feeling lonely. His wife had died suddenly of cancer two years ago. He hadn't had the time or inclination to start dating again, besides which he had his 21-year old son living with him. Working part-time from home, he didn't meet that many other women in the normal course of the day. Making it worse, his son Paul was dating a pretty 20-year old wh...
A couple of weeks later Jackie walked out of the school gate with her arm around Gwen's shoulders; they were laughing, heads together, as school friends do. They stood around in a group, heads together, moving their weight from foot to foot, swinging their school bags idly as girls tend to when they are together and not in a rush to part company. Gwen was th...
Sara answered the knock at the door, her long black ponytail swinging gaily behind her. She was wearing a shear navy blue sarong and nothing else, except a smile that underscored her delight at seeing Tyson. "Come in, we don't have much time." she said, watching him as he entered slowly, towering over her and returning her infectious smile with a wide grin....
Chapter 59 Joan's Tales – Part 4 Joan had stayed late at the university to spend some time catching up on the latest marketing trends. Hers was an interesting course and each semester there were new angles to the marketing sector that she wanted to include in her lectures. Marketing dynamics had always fascinated her, especially when it came to the visual...
"We should do something special for Matt's last night." Matt was the bar manager at the pub where I worked. I was a nineteen-year-old student at the time, and I'd been working at the pub for about six months. I'd gotten to know Matt fairly well. He was a bit of a rogue and a player, but he was intensely likeable, with an easy charm that made you forgive mos...