Happy fucking Halloween. That was his thought as the alarm bell clanged this cold autumn morning. A costume, where the hell was he going to find a costume on Halloween day. The memo from the office booster club arrived in his inbox at exactly 5:55 pm last night. It was a lucky thing he even saw it. What the hell were they thinking springing a costume day a...
She said her name was Ziggy, but Ziggy was not your average girl. Nope, Ziggy was the daughter of a preacher, who, according to everyone who knew him or had heard one of his sermons was the most uptight creature God had ever made. It probably really irritated him that his daughter had a body made for sin. And sin Ziggy did! The brunette with hair to her wai...
One day a while back, my best friend's sister Kim, dropped by my house, to tell me that a band that we both liked was going to put on a concert, in a nearby town. She was all excited about going to this concert, her big blue eyes sparkled, as she talked about it. It wasn't too unusual for the two of us to go to a concert together, what was unusual, was the f...
****Chapter 3 - Finally fucked Author Note: If you haven't read the previous stories, I highly recommend you go back and read Chapters 1 and 2. Also Chapter 3a - The Shopping Trip, is released as a bit of a 'side-note', and is intended to fit halfway through this chapter. It's not required reading, but a nice little aside that I got a little carried away on...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, obviously, as you'll soon realize. It started with the premise of "if I had the perfect wife, how would she act." To any women who might be reading this, I fully recognize and admit that my real wife could write a similar story about her perfect husband, and it would probably bear little resemblance to me. Still, we...
I came home early from a business trip and found a strange car in my driveway. Now, I've read enough of these stories to know what that means. It's a cliché for a reason. Rather than just barge through the front door with guns blazing, I figured I'd do a little detective work. I parked my car down the road and backtracked to the rear of our house. I crouched...
I was seated at a low table on a cushion on the floor. My host Khalid was seated across from me on another cushion that was a few inches taller. It was a late Sunday afternoon. A tall serving woman entered the room dressed head to toe in a bright blue chador with a niqab hiding all but her heavily made up eyes. The beautiful brown eyes had long dark lashes m...
"What time is the reservation again honey?" Sophie called out as she pushed her blonde hair to one side and adjusted an earring. Alex stuck his head round the bathroom door and allowed himself a second to admire her as he responded. "Eight thirty, so we can put the kids to bed and head out when you are ready." Despite being in her early thirties and havin...
I have mentioned once before that I am cursed with an active imagination. This also holds true when I sleep and especially while travelling, when I find my dreams clearer than usual. Even so, the visions I beheld the night of our arrival in Constantinople were sharper and stranger than anything I have ever known. Perhaps there was opium in the hookah I'd smo...
*A little writing exercise I did to do some light experimenting on integrating description without disrupting the flow of the story. I think some fox girl fans will like it. ;-) ***** Tapi smiled as he looked across the green hill, the gentle summer wind turning the grass into a green sea with waves travelling across it. The air here was sweeter than in t...