Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual sh...
Chapter 1 The trouble with women was they acted unpredictably, Gerard J. Evans snorted into the wind, leaning against the safety railing of the pier. He had reason for that grumble. Yesterday Gerard had been shafting his girlfriend Peggy on the dining table when his mum walked in with her friend Mrs Walsh. There was hell to play. Peggy, was terribly em...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy! Please Note: There are some incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a...
Author's note: I have never written a mystery before, and this is my first attempt. It is completely unedited because I've been out of town for the last week, and quite frankly, forgot that I'd promised to write for this event. Between writing for two other projects, plus releasing my debut novel, this one got lost in the shuffle. Real life always bites me...
The day I decided to break out of my usual routine and take a little journey changed my life in a most extraordinary way. I've lived a pretty quiet life since I retired from teaching to give myself more time to write historical novels for young people. I have a contract with a publisher to produce one or two books a year based on some historical event or fam...
"Put your clothes on the hook by the door F-C-312-478-954-398- uh…43573...V Your undergarments go on the table below in the black bag. Make sure they are secured and out of sight!" The final "vee" was dragged out for emphasis, and you felt the thorns around the pronunciation as you always did. As was normal, the directive was a command, not a request. The l...
Author's Note: My apologies to the long-suffering editors, and dear readers. In my haste to post, I duplicated half of the story, and cut out the last half. I hope that those of you who were dissatisfied get the opportunity to read how it was meant to finish. My stories tend to have a long fuse, so this is not for the impatient; I do believe that the story...
"You really need to relax." I started, sitting ill at ease in the chair across from my boss. I hadn't noticed that it was so obvious, my being apprehensive. I hadn't expected my new job to be a breeze, but the constant uphill battle was putting me on edge. I didn't want to be that guy who couldn't get with the program, but it seemed that obstacle after obst...
CHAPTER 1 The recruitment team interviewing applicants to train as co-pilots with Capella Aviation left the youngest guy to last, expecting to ridicule Danny Mortimer (24) who'd just scraped in at the minimum age and yet was claiming 5320 hours as a pilot. "Are you twenty-four or more like thirty, claiming these amount of flying hours as a licensed pilot?"...
(This new ending picks up toward the end of a story by me titled "Tricia Rides First Class". I wasn't satisfied with the original version, so have revised it here. It now ties in with other short stories I've written under my pseudonym tribalsurf. Hope you enjoy this addition!) * "Grab your coat and the drinks and follow me, sugar britches," I laughed. "I'...