No descriptive sex. I placed this story in "Loving Wives" because this is where I've found similar stories in the past and always start my search for stories to read. I'm also not an expert on law or well...much else really, but you'll realize that if you read any further. Anyway, all of those nights watching Big Brother with my wife paid off by giving me a...
"Linda, you're next." My receptionist said to you from behind her desk. You'd been coming to my chiropractic/massage therapy center for about two months now. Ever since you strained your lower back while doing some bedroom calisthenics with Phil one Saturday evening. As of today, you had been to visit twice a week to have your back pulled and receive a compl...
Laura parked her car and made her way to the school gate for pick-up time. For once she had found a parking space easily and wasn't late. She was also glad to see her friend Chrissie already there, which meant there was time for a chat before the doors opened and a horde of youngsters surged out. The school mums could be a cliquey lot but Laura was glad to h...
I suppose one might think that I was taking all that had happened within the previous twenty-four hours or so, a little blithely. Let me assure you, I wasn't! Although I must admit that the several million pounds or so, from the late Lady Tanya's estate, that Harcourt, etcetera, had mentioned, had gone some way to allaying my fears concerning the danger the...
At first glance, it didn't look as if the brothers spent a lot of time together, especially when it came to dinner. But as they all sat down to take their seats at the table, Alauria noticed the familiarity and routine the men seemed to have. Charisma was in control of the kitchen, cooking dishes Alauria had only seen in high class magazines. Jameson dutiful...
-PROLOGUE- A court of six waited for the moment that the night was the blackest. Then they began. Beneath a dome of brambles they summoned their prisoner from the sapling that grew between them. They drew forth his soul from the roots of the child-tree so that they could bind his physical form to its trunk. "Laird Marvon of the Brambleprick Grove-" began...
You may well ask why I called him carpenter. I have a friend who gives everybody a nick name. It is endearing and he is very good at capturing the essence of the person. So, when this incident occurred I thought, why the hell not call him Carpenter. I parked the car at the look-out alongside the two or three other vehicles. I checked in the vanity mirror to...
I want to thank the many readers who voted to make the first chapter of this story a highly ranked submission. I also want to apologize for taking so long to provide an ending for the readers who asked me to complete it. I've been extremely busy the past year with work, moving and minor health issues so I haven't had the time to devote to writing that I woul...
Elizabeth here: this is primarily horror, and is based on a certain famous public domain short story from the early 1900s. This is not a pleasant story: be warned! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ In the late spring of 1881, Gerald recovered from his broken femur with the aid of the elderly Dr. Bennett. Once he recovered, he immediately went back to his duties as the village m...
Clarification:- Ginormous = extremely large. * As I lay resting, I realised that it wasn't only the money that I was there for. There was Kylie to add into the equation. No, not the Minerva who'd coldly greeted me at lunch that day. The Kylie I'd walked on the cliffs, swam in the sea and lain on those rocks with out by the headland of the bay below the Cl...