The House The taxi dropped Alan off at a house at the end of a long dust track, he hoped and thought that this was the right house; the girls had rushed off earlier without telling him the address or giving him directions. Oh well, he thought, nothing ventured. He rang the doorbell and waited. He could hear the noise of people talking from the back of the...
The familiar colors of Jody's high school decorated the outside of the envelope, and that's what caught her eye. As she walked back up the driveway towards her house, the statuesque brunette shoved the bills and junk mail under her arm and peeled open the envelope. Inside, she found a congratulatory letter that a major reunion was about to happen, and all of...
A big thank you goes out to my husband for giving me the idea to write and encouraging me publish my work. I never knew I had this talent hiding within me. Thanks Husband, I love you. I would also like to give credit to the editor I used, absoluterotter. You saw my idea and helped where it was needed, thank you. This is my first ever published piece of writi...
Chapter 6 – Wednesday The early hours of the morning are a terrible time to be awake. After my frightening discovery I had lain awake for ages, fighting against the panic that had been with me since I'd found the small lump in my breast. The desire I'd been feeling had disappeared immediately and my first thought was to rush to the phone and call my mother....
Portrait of a Modern Marriage Part 7 New Liaisons With Old Friends The following Wednesday, just after 10 am, as I was sat in a planning meeting for our latest development project, my mobile vibrated silently alerting me that I had received a text. Glancing at it quickly, not really wanting to be disturbed, I saw it was from Claire. She didn't often c...
{This story has sex outside of marriage in it, so if you will be outraged, then be forewarned.} +++ Sissy lay there in the soft bed, her mind in a whirl. She could hear the soft snores of the man who lay beside her. The room kept blinking to a reddish hue, right outside were the motel's large neon lights. She remembered seeing those, the red portion was...
It was without a doubt one of the longest nights of Ross's life. With the exception of Angela's watch in the early hours, she was 'entertaining' her captor for the better part. And the old bastard seemed insatiable. On daybreak, she came back out of the cabin wearing the same sarong from the night before. And as she went topside, she completely avoided Ross...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story * I'm Michael "Mic" Wallmann, a married man in my mid forties. My pretty wife Marianne is two years younger. Our daughter Julia is sixteen and our son Melvin is fourteen years old. When this story begins we still are a typical middle class Scandinavian suburban family with fair jobs and fair house. Withou...
For those with a forgiving nature. Stop reading NOW! Thank you XTCH for the proof reading, bullshit filtering and grammar lessons. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Of all the rotten luck. Or was it an act of fate? I'd only just arrived at the motel, not five minutes before in fact. After months of being talked into it and weeks of battling my own conscience, I w...
When I first wrote "Call Me Bunny" it had a prologue that set the stage fairly clearly. Before publishing, I decided to go with a more blind approach for the reader. To leave them wondering what was happening. It worked to some degree but some comments I've received make it clear that some of my intent is lost without the introduction. So, I am making this...