This is a simple gentle story. If you want violence, rape, incest or such stuff please look elsewhere. This story is set in the same village as another of my stories, 'The Chair in the Corner', but is in no way a sequel. I hope that it stands up on its own, as they say. I hope you like it. If you do, I'd like to know. If you don't, then I'd also like to kn...
"So, this talk of marriage, were you in earnest? I mean, we barely met, after all," I inquired of Vittoria as we showered together now. "Si, signor. We're locked down together for a good while now, but that's for the best. By the time that it's done, you'll wonder what you ever did without me. Trust me on that, Signor Anton Mancini," Vittoria assured me wit...
Mike awoke to the feel of hot breath on his face. He opened one eye and saw Fiona, Georgia's dog with her nose an inch or so from his. "Well good morning Fi," he said hoarsely, his throat not yet clear. When he reached out to pet her Fi turned and scampered out of the room. He heard Georgia talking to her from the other room, "Fi, stay out here. Let Mike sl...
It was a few days after our trip to Skye. The girls had gathered downstairs for breakfast while Colin was already out on the estate dealing with some problem or the other. As promised Michelle had been through her old photo Albums, she had taken some photos from them and created a brand new family album for us, without being told we knew no pictures of her d...
This is the tale of how our baby daughter chose to cope with her divorce and the ramifications her poor decisions had on those around her. When I say baby, I mean first-born. Her name is Jennifer, Jenny if you know her well. Jen if you're married to her. She's 31, five-foot seven, about 135 pounds if I had to guess, with a nice lanky frame. She has dark brow...
My name is Martin, I am 36 years old, about 5'8" tall. I have let myself go a little over the years, but I still have a muscular frame from my swimming days and a good size dick, which my wife said "is the only part of you I really would like to keep," during one of our little separation spats. Up until now, the year had been a complete bust for me, with my...
I'm sorry this chapter took on a life of its own and I'm only half way through the Dubai adventures. I believe I've achieved my ultimate goal - I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the 15th chapter in this series - I strongly recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one, it's not going to make a lot of sense otherwise. I can't thank Rom...
Maja Allen. The bus slowed to a stop and I jumped off. There was a light drizzle and I suddenly wished I'd brought a coat. I'd just needed to get away. I walked up the neat suburban street and knocked on the door of the end house. I heard movement inside, then the door opened. "Maja! What a lovely surprise," said Albert. He shuffled back to let me in,...
"Once that lock melts, go down the hallway until the end, take a right and you're home free." Klutch's voice soothes the team through their ear piece. As Hi-Fi carefully places some type of sticky putty on the keypad lock of the door, her partner is crouched down next to her, swaying his body back and forth as he looks to his left and then back to...
I guess it started back during my six years in the forces. Walking past a barbers shop in Turkey, Tom bet me that I would never be able to shave myself using the cut throat razor that the proprietor of the establishment in question wielded so effortlessly. I told him that I would have it nailed in two weeks and that I would even be able to do it without cu...