This is the final part of the story. There is quite a lot of dialogue but it should help bring everything together. Comments and feedback, good or bad are welcome but please be constructive, please don't waste your and my time with pointless rants and insults. Otherwise enjoy. Phallophobia is a real and recognized condition. *** Louise sat at the kitchen...
SIW : Christopher Saint Ives – Whelan. Here we are with the update. Many thanks go to JazCullen for being my rock and a super duper proofreader. The same goes for all of you in The Guild, love and crave the accurate feedback that only makes these stories better. Lastly another thank you for Asylumseeker for doing the final edit. Enjoy the read, we're neari...
Trevor rode hard the following day, eager to return to his wife. By the time he finally returned home in the early evening, he had worked out what he would say to Leanna, and he was anxious to find her. One of the stable hands came to take his mount, and he smiled a greeting. "Good afternoon, sir. I know Mister Steven will be glad you're back. He hasn't bee...
The day dragged on and on. Claire watched as the last few minutes ticked away. She had already organized her affairs and was now just waiting until she could go. It was Friday, so the traffic would be horrible, but at least she had a few days off. She longed to be home in her quiet apartment. Eventually, the clock struck five. She walked briskly down to the...
Chapter 1 George Claybourne left the bookshop feeling a little disappointment, he had wanted to pick up a good book for the weekend but nothing in the small shop had taken his fancy. Walking down the busy London high street he might as well have been walking across a dessert, despite the press of bodies all around him George was adrift on a lonely and per...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I woke up earlier than I normally did on a Saturday morning to find my Dad had woken earlier still. He was lying beside me, his head rested on handed and propped up by an elbow looking at me lovingly, "Morning Todd, you looked so handsome." "You look beautiful," I replied. His li...
POSH’S DILEMMA II – Moving On. This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work as all references not accounted for in this story are covered in t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to thank y'all for your votes and comments. It tweaks my heart that so many of you are enjoying this as much as I am writing it with Scooter. SCOOTERS' NOTE : Thank you, shysub, for your concern as to my well being. It is much appreciated. Unfortunately, care in the community deemed me unsuitable and the local pharmacy is out of vali...
"Tomas, wake up...breakfast!" Tom awoke with a start and grabbed the sheets closer to him. Looking over at the door, he saw Maria standing there with a sardonic look on her face. When she saw his reaction, her lips curled upward into a sarcastic half-smile. "Don't be afraid, little chicken. I will not eat you," she said with her Spanish accent. "Hurry up a...
Martin sat alone in a small interrogation room. The large wood table with the two empty chairs on the opposite side of the table were all the furnishings in the room. The humiliation Martin had suffered as he was brought through the police station, the giggles, sneers and staring were still fresh in his mind. Though he was told he was not under arrest, he fe...