An Aussie country boy has moved to England to play sport, hoping for a less complicated social life. Are things likely to be any different in England? Early indications are that he might be the author of his own problems, in so far as women are concerned. His story continues. I had left Australia and my girlfriend, Emma, behind for a season playing cricket...
Compelled to play While Felicity built up enough courage to walk into the mall, she stood looking into a store window. It was grubby, just the way she felt. Although conceding to her husband's demands over the past few weeks, this was going way too far. Owing so much to Philip, and needing to make it up to him, made it impossible to refuse this awful demand...
Chapter 3 Rhy was home. She was tired, but she had a pretty good hall on tips for her first night. She put the money up and went to bed. She slept and dreamt of her mate, her Anthony. She had to make her move, A demon was after her and she needed to be claimed before he did something. Rhy slept and smiled in her dream. Love, you're home. I made dinner. Dre...
©2020 Sal De Klerk, "The Salacious Scribe". & DrStein, All Rights Reserved Authors Note: This is one of 26 stories in this series. Each is a standalone story with unique characters and actions. They can be read in any order since they do not have any plot points in common. Warning: This story contains adult content including hetero vanilla sex. If this i...
(Thanks again to Shawhollow's editing) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) (The gang gets motorcycles) Rio, of course, heads to the biggest, meanest hog on the lot. The Big Ole Boy/Dealership owner, who has the makings of an aged outlaw bike...
It was still dark, everything was shrouded in shadows as Felicity looked around the room, she wasn't sure why she had woken up, she was still exhausted from yesterday. Tired and annoyed with being awake, she scanned the room, Amy was fast asleep next to her, laying on her front to ease the pain of her back and buttocks. Joseph was snoring, not loudly, bu...
Although it was hard to believe a few weeks later, at first Felicity did not like the "tits out" parties that were so popular with her friends during the summer they moved off campus. She was a nice girl, after all, raised right, and when she started going to them she had to overcome her reluctance to show up at the front door of the party house with her bre...
Being assigned to detention was not Paul's favorite thing to do, but he would do it without much complaining. He stared out at the handful of students that had been sent there. Much less than usual, he thought compared to the times before he had covered detention. Bored faces stared back at him or out into space with an ambivalence he thought was funny. Bein...
Laurel looked over the docket of cases she'd have to make. The first one was of a serial arsonist. It came with pictures of his three victims. She'd gone into work that morning bearing a smoothie with the smoothie dumped out and vodka filling the Styrofoam container instead. She'd been smart; that was enough to keep her on an even keel through the work day...
When Felicity got home, it took her a drink to think about her day. She wasn't normally a drinker, but with her mother staying with her, she'd picked up a bottle. Now, already on edge, she'd turned out to need it. First, she'd spent the day with Ray, catching him up on notes as he teleconferenced from a stretch of private beach he'd just bought. Because she...