Chapter 1 Amelia Hart sat swirling her coffee by hand rotation, fuming and wondering what sentence she would receive from a Court should she kick her husband savagely in nuts, only to have the Arsehole complain to the police about her alleged inhuman behaviour... Burton yawned, watching his wife and thinking she was preparing to bitch about something. The...
I have been writing a diary since I was 19 years old; every day, I write in my journal explaining what I have achieved or just a random thought for the day. I always do the entries within thirty-six hours, no matter where I am. I never miss an entry. I have been writing them since I read an article in a magazine, it explained how good it was to keep a person...
". . . . and she was saying how lonely she is. You know, we really must invite her round soon," Rose was saying, as they were eating their breakfast one Monday morning. "Yes dear, whatever you say," Kevin mumbled into his newspaper, and went back to reading the match report of Saturday's big game. "You didn't hear a word I said," said Rose, slightly irrita...
"WHY WON'T YOU FUCK ME?!?" "I JUST WANT SOME SLEEP!" "Not again," I grumbled as I rolled over to lie on my back. As I stared at the ceiling, hoping to fall back asleep, I listened to the familiar sounds of my neighbors having their marital issues. It really sucked to be awake at 3 AM on a Thursday, especially when you have to wake up in about 3 hours, but...
Like all of us, college senior Jackson has fantasies. Lately, all of his are about his philosophy professor. But Jackson has stumbled upon a peculiar way to go a little deeper into his fantasies. Maybe too deep. As he drifts further and further from reality, he is pushed toward a dangerous choice: Does he want the girl of his dreams, or the uncomfortable tru...
The limousine door opened with a sigh and she stepped out into the dazzling, diamond-studded night. Her eyes swept the crowd outside the hotel but she didn't deign to grace a single face with her attention. She was only checking that all faces were turned to her, and they were. In fact it seemed to her that every shining window in every two hundred-storey sk...
Author's note: This is the third 'Toyboy' story and follows in the timeline from 'Toyboy Hits the Road'. It can be read easily as a stand-alone story, however. AT HOME WITH THE TOYBOY 1986, Yorkshire, England. Part One Chapter 1 My dad was a flat cap wearing, straight talking, no-nonsense, Yorkshire stereotype. If you crossed him, the...
Whew! It took far too long to complete this part of the story, but I hope that if you are reading this that you do enjoy the story. Due to the plot line I had in my head and heart, this part has little to do with a fantasy setting (though later parts will have plenty…trust me!) So please bear with me with the story…it will get back to the fantasy theme next...
CHAPTER ONE "CITY ON THE EDGE" Evening creeps in as the sun has long set behind the tall and obstructing buildings surrounding Angel as she walks pass the dive bars, strip clubs and other sleazy places of Capri Avenue. Being an attractive blond woman in her twenties, Angel maintains a cool and calm demeanor as she continues her pace to the safe confine...
I met with Bert Headley, and he invited me into his living room only after I paid him. I spoke to him about my "research." I also mentioned the conversations with my gas station guy in Crenshaw. "Alrighty, what do you want to know." "I want to know if there really was a family that stayed behind—that decided to go native." "There was six Lemhi family grou...