Fantasy can be brought crashing down very quickly by the intervention of reality, and perhaps it should be. Yes, Jackie was beautiful. Yes, I thought this was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. In my eyes she was the loveliest and sweetest creature I had ever met, and I was deeply, passionately in love with her. I had spoken to her of marriage and...
1.A STOLEN, FORBIDDEN MOMENT. He was asleep, and I was quiet. I felt rather than planned my actions. Quietly I removed my trousers and unbuttoned my shirt. My basque clad upper body now showed down to my stocking clad legs. I padded into the bathroom swishing my legs against each other and relishing the tingling sparks of colliding nylon energy. Dab of foun...
Rachel 'Ugh,' I groaned as I blinked my eyes against the glaring morning light that pierced its way through the crack in the window shades. My head must have been replaced with a thorn bush during the night for how it ached in so many places. Every nerve seemed like a dagger stabbing into me. Gingerly, I lifted myself up on my arm, trying to swallow away...
CHAPTER 1 Riding on the 8:17 into London, Jo Hart watched the broad shouldered blond guy approach down the aisle and resumed painting her finger nails, timing the brush strokes with the sway of the carriage. The guy stopped, picked up her handbag that lay beside her on the outside seat and tossed it on to the floor beside her feet and sat down. "Hey what...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. New Version - Revised after helpful criticism from Yahoo Unbirth...
[Author's Note: This story brings together characters from two separate storylines: the Helen and B stories and the TLC stories.] * "Robbie?" Ellie snuggled up close. Her skin, slick with perspiration, slid easily over his. The room was redolent with the musk of their lovemaking. Robbie's breathing was still laboured but that only made the impromptu pillow...
Jasmin: Splitting Up? © LIPrulz June 2008 (6th in the sequence of Jasmin) (Haven't written in a while as a lot has happened since the last instalment. One day I'll write about it. For now I will keep events chronological and there is much to relay from the past before coming to the now. Readers of prior entries will know that events have been largely t...
I glanced up at the man, then back down to my sketchpad. I hashed in the shadows on his cheek, the line cast by the frame of his glasses, the dark circles under his eyes. My drawing was not a likeness; it came closer to a caricature - the tired doppelgänger of this nameless middle-aged person, hunching over in front of his MacBook with his coffee removed to...
Dans l'amour, il faut des larmes Dans l'amour, il faut donner Et ceux qui n'ont pas de larmes Ne pourront jamais aimer Il faut tant, et tant de larmes Pour avoir le droit d'aimer -Edith Piaf, « C'est L'Amour » Marie let her secret nickname slip by accident that night outside the pub, but she couldn't have asked for better results if she'd planned it. I...
I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the...