The following day after my intimate moments in the library with Romina, I felt an overwhelming compulsion to tell someone about my incredible experience with her. I call up my friend Lucy and meet up with her for a drink. Over a few beers I slowly recount my story about the development of my attraction to T-girls. I am so embarrassed and struggle to find t...
When he went downstairs the next morning, he was half-convinced that everyone would know, they would just see it all over him no matter how carefully composed he kept his features. They'd be horrified, disgusted, his mother would weep and wail and wonder how on earth she had raised such a vile and despicable son. Maybe Anson Byrtwold would call him out, or...
Bryant took periodical peeps through his curtains as the stream of deliveries arrived next door on Saturday morning; the arrival of what was obviously a very large bed, setting the delivery men a tough task as they wrestled it through the door and caused some commotion in getting the mattress and base up the stairs. The delivery men didn't seem to mind a bit...
Chapter One Happy Valentine's Day 1980 I could look out the window. I could look at the window. I could look in the window. That day I did all three. Snow covered the city street like a bleached sheet, a thin clean layer. White would become as gray as the gunmetal sky but grimier eventually. Even in the congested metropolis it would take awhile. Not much...
I stood back and looked at it, our freshly painted eighteenth century brick hotel. The late evening June sun lit up our freshly painted black wrought iron upstairs porch that looked over the quiet street. Tall trees stood between the railroad tracks and the gently flowing blue river. The road stopped just to the right and the street was quiet and still. An o...
John Warne had always been blessed with a few attributes. Since he became interested in girls he had never had a problem in having the one or more than one, he wanted on his arm. Sex and shagging was without doubt top of his list of favourite pastimes. He hadn't worked out why the girls liked him so much, he had always been with girls around his own age....
I had no choice, not after the horrible crime I had done. It was either run - or be caught like a rat 'an dragged screaming and a kicking to the gallows. I'd seen too many a good man strung up, victims of the King's justice, eyes poppin out of their 'ead's, black tongues lolling from slack jaws as they swung for the crowd. Not for me that fate, oh no – my ne...
Around seven months after Fiona's fortieth we held a big celebration bash for Fiona's youngest daughter Alice, it was her eighteenth and loads of the family and her friends were invited to the local working men's club for a good old piss up. Her sister, my ex didn't show as she was still abroad chasing the dream but Alice wasn't to hurt about that, what hurt...
Barbara was 29, married and had found herself surrounded by a very happy and comfortable life. She had many interests and friends. She had a loving and supportive husband whose income meant that she had no need to work. They made satisfying love on a frequent basis. All the same, she wasn't quite sure why she kept imagining herself straddled across the thig...
The car pulled into the driveway, the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires heralding his mistress' return. Edward parted the curtains cautiously and watched her as the car door swung open and she disembarked the vehicle. She was an absolute vision despite having just returned from the gym, and even though she considered herself unpresentable at such a tim...