The Lady Harlot, pristine and made ready during the trip, held in the docking pattern over their new destination. On the radio, Liddy argued with traffic control. "Listen, Lake River control! I am not setting down on the fishing docks! I am here to service the local nobility, and I can't do that if they get overwhelmed by the scent of rancid fish! So either...
Now, gentle reader, you will have been wondering what our pair of scholars will be asked to learn? Ironic isn't it that our two anthropologists—people who are to teach the rest of us about the cultures of the world—are themselves made to be students. As the field notes indicate, both Professor Winderly and doctoral candidate Doume' were directed by King Mo...
Remembering days gone by, and some damned good luck... Author's note: This is set back in '71, before National Nude Day came out of New Zealand. Hippies and Naturists were thriving subcultures, though, and subjects of some interest/repudiation, depending on who you were. AIDS didn't exist and everything but Herpes could be cured with antibiotics. Unwanted p...
"Do you wanna know how I got this jacket?" Mike said. He perched himself upon the glowing blue countertop of the bar like a man looking for a mission. He tugged at his shoulder, displaying the dark leather for the two half-dressed Catians huddled together in the barstools directly next to him. One of the women's catlike ears twitched in his direction. Sh...
I've often felt that the web that connects mother and daughter is paradoxically as strong as steel and as fragile as glass, particularly when secrets are woven into its threads. Never was this more abundantly illustrated than in my own life. The screen door slammed closed with the arrival of my granddaughter Thea, returning tearfully from yet another tempe...
Chapter 15 - Halloween night at Burnside's house Jason's punishment solved one dilemma in Cecilia's life, what to do about concealing her own impending punishment from Ruth Burnside the final day of October. Halloween that year was on a Tuesday night, only three days after the ill-fated trip to the tattoo studio. She simply could put him on restriction and...
Thank you so much for the comments so far! I can get stuck into a much bigger re-write than I'd envisaged now. I'll post all the chapters to the novel. If you have any further feedback, I would be very grateful. Diolch yn fawr! ***** Clair stood with his hands deep in the sink of soapy water, staring mindlessly out of the big scullery window at the sunny k...
When I awoke in the morning the sun was just starting to rise and the clouds of the previous day had cleared. I looked over at Lee sleeping peacefully next to me, her red hair spread across the pillow, contrasting against the white linen. Jo was lying behind Bruce, still in a tight embrace. I got up from the mattress and slipped on pair of shorts. I walked q...
Chapter Three - Shopgirl Mary Pilson found that for a woman her age, living on her own was not easy. What little money she had saved she used to rent a dingy one-room coldwater flat. She managed to find a job as a shopgirl for minimum wages and long hours. She started at seven in the morning and finished at six in the evening. Mary had just enough time to c...
Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah. Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her...