It had been building up for a while. She had been gaining confidence around guys and I'd been more and more friendly towards her and taken an interest in her life. We'd spent more time talking with each other recently, and it became increasingly clear that there was a connection developing between us. It was the occasional lingering glance, the smile combine...
MANDY Love of my life I know it's a cliché but I really was at a crossroads in my life. I had recently turned 60 and I was saving manically for retirement but had just been informed I was going to be made redundant so suddenly there were major financial implications to consider. The kids had all left home so the usual buzz of activity had disappeared lea...
After the drive down to Cornwall, with an overnight stop just south of Manchester, and the frantic lovemaking on arrival at his cottage, Catriona and Rory were tired. He picks her up in his arms and carries her upstairs to the bedroom, helps her out of her clothes, resisting the temptation that this offers and lays her on the bed pulling the duvet over her....
Hi Everyone, This story follows on directly from where Sarah's Skanky Revenge part 2 finished, so this will make much more sense if you read parts 1 and 2 first. I'm still not sure of where this story is going beyond part 4 so idea's and feedback are very welcome, especially from other girls. Apologies for the delay in writing this part, the next will foll...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
It seemed such a good idea: The Sweet Summer Nights with You Tour. 'Look, here's the plan,' Dougie said. 'We'll start on the Summer Solstice and go right through 'til the end of August. Yeah? Fifty dates. And as many local radio stations as we can find along the way. You know ... all those seaside towns, all those local radio stations. What d'you reckon? We...
Mimi tried the key in the lock only once before realising that Sven was already home and had bolted the door. She banged twice, mild irritation swimming in her chest. Despite her continuous reminders, he always forgot and it annoyed her. She was tired; ready to sigh heavily and tell him to avoid putting the bolt on if he got home first but the sentiment fade...
Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...
When Karen first talked about 'working with India', I assumed that she meant the country. But then, after the name had come up a couple more times, I realised that, while India was a country, the India that Karen was talking about was a woman. 'An artist,' Karen said. 'An illustrator. Fashion mainly. We worked together at O'Rourke's. I did the words and Ind...
John A cold breeze didn't stop the night time revellers from coming out in force. Nor did it stop the girls from wearing short seductive cocktail dresses. But Francis, who's my paramedic technician, and I sat in the warmth of the ambulance, observing the crowds as we were trained to do. I say observing, but most the time we're rating the women on a scale...