I'm Bart Tangier. My family surname traces back to the Channel Islands, part of the UK. As that makes clear I don't come from a culture where arranged marriages are the norm; in fact the culture that I come from doesn't even endorse arranged marriages. However, my parents are the exception to the rule, even though in the United States in general arranged mar...
*Oghma here again! This story's been unfolding bit by bit, and I think it's going in a direction I'm happy with. There is a lot more to come from this narrative, and I hope you'll all stay tuned to read the rest of it. With any luck I'll be able to get the third chapter out by the end of the month, but we'll just have to wait and see. * **Disclaimer: Excess...
The reception is simple. Some of the guys bring out a few tables we borrowed from the church and Joe fires up his barbecue and grills up a bunch of chicken breasts, burgers, hotdogs corn on the cobb, and all kinds of other sides you'd find at a BBQ. We wanted it to be simple and easy so we can spend more time being with our friends and family. Plus, we wante...
***Authors Note: This is an older story of mine, written during a time when I guess I just had a lot of words pouring out of my head. It will be presented in parts. This first part does not particularly have that much "action" in it, rather is offered as background and build up to the chapters yet to come. Stick with it and enjoy! *** ----------------------...
This is the last in the series of stories about the adventures of the man who couldn't say "no." Undoubtedly, he has many more stories that could be told, but there comes a time when the author needs to move on to other characters and other situations. This chapter contains a brief epilogue to tie up a few loose ends. I was puttering about in the kitchen o...
I have never been fond of business trips to Bristol or any city in the UK. They tended to be boring as hell and filled with the same types of droning people who have little imagination or drive. Lucky for me. I was just Tiffany's PA and didn't have to mingle too much. I often wondered how Tiffany managed to stay focused in those meetings and dreary presenta...
nb: thanks to gunde, who wrote the first half of this. XX "Slut!" A born cock-hogger -- and very much not inclined to perceive that as a character flaw -- Laura flexed her asshole possessively around the shafts of the two humongous cocks currently filling her anal passage and whipped her head round to stare down Diamond past her shoulder and one of Robert'...
Vivian stared at the smorgasbord of data in the file folder on her monitor screen. "This is everything?" "Yeah," Garthex said. His image was grainy on the older monitor that Vivian had pulled from her closet to replace the one fried by the being that had called itself Colleen. "We've been rooting around for clues about the lore since the beta." Vivian pu...
Most erotica is fantasy. And this story is too. I don't know the people involved, not even their names, and I present this story to my readers as a fantasy for their enjoyment. Put whatever names you want in for the characters, perhaps yourself, perhaps a co-worker, perhaps your spouse, or a neighbor, or just an attractive man or woman you saw at Starbucks l...
Prologue To varying degrees, the vision of an organized garage is a temptation of every homeowner, and Luke and Naomi were no different. They had long wanted a garage in which they could actually park their two cars, so their efforts at unpacking their many storage boxes residing in that room was a long-awaited first step in that direction. Just as they ha...