Note: This is the ninth chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-8, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up. Keep in...
As in my other stories, the action in this one doesn't start for a while. If you're in a hurry, you may want to look elsewhere. The snow began while I was foaming milk for my morning coffee. It fell from a windless sky and settled in perfect narrow ridges on the bare limbs of the trees outside my apartment. By the time I had showered and dressed for work, e...
CHAPTER 1 Radio talkback host James Froggatt ran the 1:00 am to 5:00 am 'Sleepless in Orion Show' transmitted by an obscure radio station in Indiana, well north of Indianapolis. After finishing that shift on this day he understandably yawned his way through the early morning emergency meeting called by station manager Doug Hart. Personnel were asked to take...
I felt some of the tension easing as I sat quietly, sipping an outstanding single malt scotch on the rocks, looking over the azure waters of the Caribbean. There was a slight onshore breeze and the sun had just dipped below the horizon slipping the day into an easy, peaceful evening. Another day gone. Over 300 days gone since I arrived in "paradise." Despit...
WARNING: Right-thinking readers should stop right here and find more acceptable sexy reading elsewhere. * During the long wait for his wife to die Freddie Short thought about life after Shelia's death. He'd miss having her beside him in bed, for sure, but what about during the day when she'd chatter on much about nothing and pester him to take her somewher...
I woke up with some sadness. I was having a great time, and today was our last full day. I was also very sore, my whole body hurt. My head, hair, jaws, pussy and ass were really abused over the past couple of days. I wasn't sure if I could take any more, but I knew I would probably have to suck up the pain, and just enjoy myself. I would need a week's vacati...
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Authors note: Hello everyone. I apologise for my long absence, but it was necessary. Unfortunately, in my absence, my beautiful, kind and wonderful editor David passed away. I hope those of you who enjoy this series continue to do so despite the loss of David who loved the world of the twelve as much as I did. ~ellie. Part 21 ***** It was crowded in the...
Hi folks. If you read this, don't be surprised if you recognise some of Jezzaz's story 'Words' in it. I've copied more than a few concepts from it. I would like to acknowledge that story as a brilliant piece of work from a very talented wordsmith. If you haven't read it yet, do yourselves a favour. This story has its genesis in his line, "I wouldn't want to...
1: All Hallows' Eve The historic Scottish town of Gallowgreen lay sleeping in the dark October night. A new day had started and a nearby church tolled the hours of midnight. The house lay far back from the road, as if hiding. It was protected from the gaze of others by a ring of ash trees crowding thickly around it's darkened walls. Casual passers by would...