Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah MacKenzie Central Campus Apts. Duke University September 30, 1992 Dearest John, This has to have been the longest month of my life. I thought that if I waited to write to you, the pain of our separation would hav...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Aisielynn who continues to assist me with my grammar, she is absolutely fabulous I am sure you all agree. I aplogise that this chapter is late life has been a busy, busy time for me and my writing has had to take a bac...
So, in the last chapter we finally arrived at Brent's big fuck up. If you haven't read the previous 10 chapters, you probably should, or you will have no idea what is going on. I haven't as yet gotten a lot of feedback since Chapter 8, so there's not much to say here. Sorry for the delays in getting this out, but as I've said before, life has been busy. I'm...
Note: This chapter had several hindrances including me being sick for a week, receiving a cut on my eye (hurt like a bitch for a day and it's fine the next), and of course Christmas in which I find great Christmas joy in shooting carolers with super soakers. Otherwise, in lieu of a long wait, this chapter is several thousand words longer than I wished, but w...
Dear Readers, Firstly, let me apologize for the length it took for me to get this story finally finished. Despite having it all mapped out, I amazingly surprise myself with how wordy I am (one would think I would learn, but alas...) And secondly let me thank everyone who stuck with this story and continually offered encouragement and critiques that helped s...
Sam +++ I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of g...
PREAMBLE. STOP!! If you're looking for a BTB story this is not it. There are heaps out there written just for you, so let this one pass. If you hate stories concerning alternative relationships, the ones involving sex outside of a monogamous marriage, then please find another story. If you detest anything cuckold or hot wife related, simply proceed direc...
A last minute entry into the Summer Lovin' contest, and my first entry in the Mature category. Not much sex, but lots of love. Enjoy, and please vote. Thursday Night That goddamn suitcase lying open on my bed. It looked like I had opened the door to some dark tunnel, and I couldn't imagine there would be any light at the end. I stood there, paralyzed. Why...
Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewa...
I turned the rental car to the left where the sign directed me. Nothing looked familiar. Twenty years was a long time. I drove on until the next sign said to turn to the right. Now I saw the building. I still didn't recognize anything. The parking lot was much bigger than I remembered. There were about twenty cars parked out front, not bad for ten in the mor...