Jamie’s Pool Party Ch.02 Afternoon delight Written by Lillian de Jong All characters are eighteen or older Sitting in the window of her dormroom on Campus Jamie saw the June sunlight dancing dreamily on the beautifully manicured lawn as the soft breeze played with the grassblades. She had just come back from her Political Sciences class and was now pa...
This is one of my efforts that has been out in the world as an ebook, but where the rights have reverted to me. I guess I'd rather be read by the many than sold to the few, particularly as self-promotion isn't easy for me, so tends to restrict the sales. Anyway, here it is. I trust that you'll enjoy the read. The story has its origins in the 600-word tale '...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It involves both real and fictional people and organizations. It is not necessarily an accurate depiction of how the real people depicted are in real life. The real people used are mainly background characters there for context. The central characters to the story are primarily fictional. Any portrayal of a real pers...
Chapter Eight; Returning Home It was the morning after Claire's whirlwind trip to deliver her special brand of sexual delight to us all when Rick and I discussed her lecherous invitation. We quickly agreed that stopping in Groton to party with Claire, Spencer and David was certainly well worth spending another night on the road. When we shared our feelings...
I don't know when I first thought about actually doing it; about selling myself as a slave. The world has gone into a depression worse than in the 'Dirty Thirties' of the last century. I have been out of work for months and I am close to losing my room in the dingy boarding house run by a tyrant of a woman when I saw the first ad on the TV in the common ro...
Jamie watched her from the far side of the vegetable aisle, risking the occasional glance from behind the safety of the beefsteak tomatoes. Long, skinny fingers – devoid of rings of any kind - handled ripe cantaloupes, squeezing them and testing them for ripeness. Her eyes were hidden behind oversized sunglasses, the kind one would only see on supermodels an...
Hey, How's it going? Ever have one of those days when everything seems to go wrong? Yeah, me too. This one just seems to be the granddaddy of all of mine. Let me tell you about it. My name is Peter James Murphy lll, but everyone just calls me PJ. Had that nick since I was three. My Grandpa, Peter James Murphy the first, my Dad being the second, thought it w...
This is an edited version, as I found a few grammatical errors when I read through it again. I will try and be more careful in future projects. ********** Sarah had not been looking forward to this part. Well, to be completely honest with herself, she hadn't looked forward to any of the events of the past 24 hours, but the entire situation had been take...
Jilly was a woman who seemed to have lost everything. Her Husband; Her expensive lifestyle and - just last month - her job. And yet, as she lay sunbathing in her garden, she felt younger and freer than she'd felt for a long time. She could say it now, but her husband had been an idiot. He'd left her for the reasons so many middle aged men leave their wiv...
(c) Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2013 Xavier found Dominic still in the kitchen, although Gabriel wasn't around. The remnants of dinner smelled absolutely wonderful and Xav concentrated on trying to not let his belly growl. He gave his friend a sheepish little smile. "Dom...I'm sorry I stormed off like that." Lord Warren swept a gentle hand...