Getting Lucky in London I had never been anywhere outside of America. Oh sure, I have been across the border to Mexico a few times, but I was never very far from sweet old Arizona. When our high school graduation came around, many of my anonymous relatives sent me money, and one even sent me a gift of airline miles. My first thought was "What the hell am I...
I began to keep a diary as something of a small void encroached upon my life. Doug and April were gone to Europe. They would return in October. I appreciated the emails and phone calls; but it was not the same. I missed them; but, primarily, I missed Milam. I poured myself into his book. I found links to dozens of essays he had published over the years. Ever...
Hannah Bell entered the house in the woods as she normally did except that she tried to make less noise than she might otherwise create. Her boss, Jefferson McDaniel, got home late but she didn't know how late. Even though he was one of the most mild-mannered people she had ever met, the mere concept of disturbing a genius when he needed his rest was beyond...
David grew stronger and began to ride around the crater on Zeus. He met up with Martin one day out in the Crater at one off the cattle paddocks. Martin was inspecting some cattle inside off it. "Good day Martin, I've not seen them before have I?" Martin spun round smiling, "Hello David, of course I haven't told you have I" he replied, "I brought them f...
Note to Reader: This story centers on mother and daughter, the daughter name is Asya and the mother name is Funda. The story is told primarily after the First World War during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire and rise of the Turkish Republic. Both women are beautiful in their own right, Funda with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and Asya with her black hair...
My name is Annabelle Peggy Simpson, but you may call me Sister Peg. Everybody still does. Even though I'm not a Nun anymore. I was born and raised in the City of Trenton, State of New Jersey. With my Teutonic good looks ( I stand six feet two inches tall, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes ) I could have been a model or an actress but I went in another dire...
Dear Horelequin Editors, I am getting along fine with the novel. I am trying to work within the guidelines of Horelequin softporn, that is, nothing too explicit. For the record the story is more or less true but please don't let that out :>) It starts off with The Meeting at the airport and you can already feel the latent sexual tension as he stoops to kis...
I have a talent for getting average prim and proper middle aged women, most of them married, to pose nude. More importantly I convince them to let me play with their tits and pussies and pose them anyway I want –all in front of a filming video camera. These are school teachers, bank tellers, you name it. I just love it. To give you an idea of how I work, I w...
Chapter 2 - Desperate to Poll Adam and Barnaby turned the corner into Wentworth Street, location of the Community Centre with which they were both familiar, but today the local polling station. They'd originally intended to vote two hours earlier, upon returning from work, but had taken one look at the queue outside the polling station and thought better of...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...