All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
"That really is a lovely scarf, Susan, where did you get it?" Beth asked. "Adrienne's, I love that shop, have you been there?" Susan answered. "Yes, it's nice," Beth said. "And I love that yellow color and the silk is soft..and strong, too, it seems to be working well!" Tom groaned a muffled groan as Susan tightened the scarf around her middle, the rest o...
The sun had been beating down now for well over three hours, and although it was only a few minutes after ten in the morning it felt as hot as you might expect it to be mid-afternoon in summer on the Riviera. As I cleaned the pool I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious house that would be my home for the next week. Villa Contessa. Hidden away like a lo...
It was a late Indian-summer week in Berlin. My colleague Philip met me at Tegel airport mid-afternoon. This visit was planned as mostly vacation, just a touch of work to make it properly chargeable to our grant. I would be staying in his ground-floor visitor's apartment rather than in some faceless hotel – reciprocity for similar hospitality on my part every...
Do you remember the Academy Award winning movie "Rain Man"? Dustin Hoffman won an Academy award for his character of the autistic Raymond Babbitt. Well I am not as bad as that, but I do have Asperger's syndrome. For the most part, I am just like you, just a bit quirky. All right, a lot quirky. Us "Aspies" cannot decode social cues. Most people understand t...
A few more hours passed before the mistresses started arriving. Slaves were unfastened one at a time and led away. Jordy's controllers were one of the last to get there and he was overjoyed to see them. The 8-10 hours spent under the beam had taxed his body to its limit. He could barely stand when they finally freed his arms. "Here, drink this," Jenny said...
I am a kagaijin. Although knowledge of my kind is widespread in most human circles, I shall assume that you do not know of them yet, and I shall fill you in on some of the details. The name "kagaijin" literally translates to "assault/violence person," and although a great number of my people feel it is an unjust label, it has taken root even in our own tongu...
Chapter Forty-Three So it was that, just before my fifty-second birthday, my career and Hot Wife lifestyle went on hold, I took maternity leave and for the fourth time in my life became a new Mum. It was to within a week, the anniversary of my first seduction by Tony. In a mere twelve months I had gone from being a faithful-if-slightly-kinky wife and moth...
CHAPTER 1: WINGED TERROR The morning mist hung low over the valley, the obscuring haze blanketing the forests and fields below, reflecting the vibrant reds and oranges of the rising sun. The shepherd shielded his eyes for a moment as he looked out over the vista, the chill wind whipping at his long beard and tugging at his cloak. He wrapped the garment aro...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: U.F.O The alarm blared, the sound of boots hammering on the deck joini...