Notes: A couple notes before we begin our journey. I had no clue when I started this, but this story is actually very similar to to merkros' "A Fantasy Dynasty." The major difference is that this is focused on single character rather than a dynasty, but it is still rather similar. While you wait for new chapters to come out or something, just che...
They arrived at Reims airport just before twelve and Nicole was waiting for them. Bunty introduced Paul to Nicole, and Val hugged her as they had already met. Nicole was a beautiful woman who had a very confident way with her. She was driving a beautiful Mercedes Estate which comfortably took all their luggage. Nicole suggested that they now go for lunch at...
The Steeple Hampton Tennis Club was ageing gracefully into extinction. Membership was declining year by year as dementia and decay claimed more victims. As a consequence of declining income, the courts and clubhouse were also decaying. Now it had become impossible to find Committee members from the declining ranks of septuagenarians and octogenarians who had...
The three sisters were at the head of the reception line for their grandmother's wake. Their Grandmother's journey was finally over. She was a 'tough old bird' as she used to say. It has been 2 years since Abby bombed the bitch, their egg donor...their waste of a birth mother. When anyone else was around, she was always referred to as Colleen. That was the b...
It had been such a hard week...for well over a month. There just seemed to be no let up with all the pressure I'd been under lately. It wasn't only the job, but even relatives, the car, the neighborhood, so many aspects of my life were weighing heavily on me. I was concerned about too much going on at once and felt like I just needed a break from ev-er-y-thi...
It was just after midday when Elvis Mutton drove into the Plymouth Hotel car park on the West Coast of New Zealand in the pink Cadillac with a white roof as personalised number plates, 'MEMPHIS'. Elvis had purchased the wreck from a junkyard in Reefton in the South Island for fifty bucks plus the cost of four new white-wall tyres. He checked in to the cheap...
What happens when we die after sex with a beautiful woman as our last memory? What happens when we die? As if it's a replaying movie, is our last memory of life what we continue to keep after death? Is there life after death? Or once we die, is there nothing in the way that we felt and remembered nothing before we were born? Is there God? Is there Heaven a...
Though the overhanging black expanse of a new umbrella kept the pouring rain away from Amos Jefferson's head, it could not keep his face free of the saline moisture that had formed about his ebony eyes. As he stood silently, the gusting October wind began to whip the raindrops sidelong at the lower extremities of his pants. Tilting his umbrella to compensate...
The next morning was fantastic. Paul fucked Anji and Rose. Rose then made a delicious breakfast. Their flight was booked for twelve-thirty. They met Jane at the Airport. They ordered lunch and Champagne on the plane, apart from Anji who wanted to sleep. The stewardess made a bed for her at the rear of the aircraft. Anji whispered to Paul, "I'm exhausted. I n...
Part 3 FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES The Circus Dwarf with a Monster Cock {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolat...