Chapter 19 I couldn't close things off as quickly as I thought I'd be able to, so there's actually two more chapters after this one. I hope everyone's staying safe with all the pandemic stuff going on. Ron was tired and hungover in the morning. He was careful as he drove to the West End. He would be minding a man called Ramesh for a few days, until the...
I shall never forget the moment Constantinople appeared before us. The sun was just rising as we drew near to the city, and even at a distance I could see the graceful spires and domes of palaces and minarets piercing the morning fog that lay on the Bosphorous like a blanket of down. The city seemed an ancient sage on the verge of awakening, mysterious and...
Where Sir Douglas teaches Chelsea her place and reflects on current events. Lady Chelsea was screaming as he walked towards her, his belt hanging loosely from his right hand as he approached her supple white body. Skin that had never seen a day of sunlight shone in the light of the lamps lit around the basement dungeon. Onna, his faithful servant sat on her...
WESTRONS APPENDICES This is NOT a continuation of the story. Instead, because of the volume of feedback I've received, I decided to add some explanations, and reveal some of the influences which shaped the story. Also, with the permission of the readers, I'd like to share some of the feedback I got. It's organized like this: 1- Influences / inspiration 2...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...
Jeremiah found it hard to believe that he had been in the basement for only a few short weeks. During that time, he had seen a number of his victims half of whom only wanted to talk to him in an attempt to understand how he could so what he did. The other half of them chose to exact their revenge and none of it was pleasant. He tried to listen for informatio...
We sailed throughout our first day over the wrinkled and foam-flecked expanse of the North Atlantic. Once Eva was sufficiently recovered from her earlier...shall we say, exertions, we made an inventory of the provisions and supplies on our borrowed craft. To our considerable relief, the Vimana was equipped for a voyage at least as long as ours -perhaps even...
Dolly, using her dainty left hand, gently stroked the length of my prick and on reaching it's zenith, spied a droplet of my seed appear at the tip. I pursed my lips and waited tensely to see what would transpire. I say this because women tend to react differently to the actions of a man's prick. While almost all but the most jaded are somewhat fascinated by...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
Those of you who have read some, or all, of the previous parts will know what this is all about. In simple terms, it's is a story about doctors and nurses. It is a long story, we've already done five parts, a further five have been written and I have at least that number buzzing around in my head. So, I hope you have the stamina for Sammi and Emma and all th...