This is Jeya. I always have this feel that makes me think that I should be helpful to other people in ANY way. This is a slow story contains less number of hard core stuff. Please ignore this story if it doesn't suit your taste. And yeah, my English sucks. Well, I couldn't think any preface/intro to this story. I request you to read this and review. If yo...
When I was between girlfriends, I was a slut, but there was this one day that very well may have been the single sluttiest of my life: I met these 3 girls, all very good looking, in my Archaeology class Winter Quarter of my sophomore year in college. I was being much more forward than usual with everyone I met, because I was desperately seeking a ride to Ma...
Once again I must thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That should keep the GPs happy at least. The story starts circa 1966. There is...
It was a bright Monday morning and the birds were singing. The sun was splitting the pavements and everything seemed more colourful than usual. Summer was finally here and everyone up and down the country seemed to be in the best of moods. Everyone apart from Gordon that was. Gordon was his grumpy old self, frowning and cursing at his luck. Gordon hated Mo...
It has long been my fantasy to have a long term, meaningful relationship with a woman like her…this is not a work of fiction, but a narrative of events (even the failures) which, hopefully will continue to nurture and develop as time progresses… It has been a while since I last talked with her, too long to be exact. We'd chatted briefly on various groups th...
It was late in the afternoon when Tessa left the colony. Too late, in fact, and luckily the others didn't know how far she would be going, or they would surely protest and keep her inside. So she said nothing, just left, with her daypack slung over her shoulder. The desert sands scratched her face, and created dust devils that crossed her path, not far ahe...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...
Sawyer's mouth felt as if he'd been marching in the desert. There was no moisture, even when he ran his tongue along his lips. He cracked his eyes open to be blinded by the bright sunlight streaming through the open curtains. Had it been a dream?, he thought to himself. He sat up and looked around the room. It was the same room, the same hideously tan walls...
The girl on the check-in desk handed Annette her documents and boarding passes along with the obligatory company spiel; "Thank you Mrs Bishop for choosing fantasy cruise line, we hope you and your husband enjoy your vacation with us, we at fantasy cruise line believe the customer should always come first, and that every day is party day here on the enterpris...
Chapter 1- A Small Mistake, Big Trouble Amy Murray smiled as she looked at the young man seated on the edge of the examination table. He was about 19 years old with bright blue eyes and blond mussed hair. She looked his body up and down. She liked what she saw and laughed to herself. "What kind of wicked person am I to think like this?" The young man in q...