I met Sandra at Saturday afternoon at a grocery shop in our Scandinavian hometown. Not the average place to meet the wife to be. But I did it. She noted that I had difficulties to find the right kind of meat and offered to help me with that. I accepted and jokingly told her that I really needed to find a wife like her. She had obviously a great sense of humo...
May was in the Supermarket; she shopped every day; it got her out of the house. The new Supermarket had opened four months ago; it was huge, it was built on the site of two old garages, it was close to the University and May's gorgeous Town House. The Supermarket was the only excitement in May's life. May was comfortably off, her daughter Mags, had married t...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
No tenía mucho que había llegado a aquel pueblo, quien se hubiera imaginado que de la gran ciudad terminaría en un pueblecito olvidado de todos, pero ahí estaba yo. Me quede hospedado en un departamento pequeño y feo, realmente no tenia mucho con que empezar; mi rutina diaria era ir a la empresa en desarrollo, hacer algunas llamadas, registros, me iba de ahí...
Mi chiamo olliver jhonson, primo chirurgo dell'ospedale principale di Neo Langeles. Oggi, 15 settembre 2300 quello da tenere in vita ero proprio io, io che solitamente lottavo per tenere in vita gli altri... una dannata Bmw è caduta dai campi contenitori e dopo un volo di Almeno trenta metri e caduta sull'asfalto bianco. Il conducente del mezzo semivolante è...
"Jesus!" I swore under my breath. I was wearing my Mom's underwear and stroking my hard 8-inch cock through them. They were red satin boy shorts with a little black lace trim. I also was wearing the matching bra. "That feels so nice!" Last night, while Mom was out drinking with one of her co-workers, I rummaged through her lingerie drawer and found them. I...
Ha…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaa…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaaa….. runk……........... runk………………….. runk………………… wooo. “Bloody thing. Rotten sodding rust bucket.” I turned the starter key one more time and got a dying whimper, then silence. I could have cried. I knew it would cost me money I could ill afford to get the thing fixed. Like most people in our...
Lentamente riprendo coscienza...mi ricordo solo di essere passato vicino ad un furgone e di avere sentito una gran botta sulla testa...poi il buio.. Adesso mi sveglio e mi sento intontito..sono su un letto ma non riesco a muovermi...le mie braccia e le gambe sono legate...al letto...mi guardo intorno e vedo che sono stato svestito e sono rimasto in mutande.....
As a college student needing to earn extra money to help myself stay afloat, I took to mowing yards March through October, then raking November through February. The pay was good, and it served as excellent exercise, so as far as I was concerned it was win-win. Although I had a fixed rate insofar as what I charged, I did make concessions for the elderly and...
CHAPTER ONE: SUNDAY. An unexpected meeting in the cemetery. Tim Bloomfield put a sketchbook, soft pencils, stanley knife, eraser and pens into a plastic carrier bag, walked carefully down the stairs from his flat, let himself out of his front door tucked between a pizza restaurant and an estate agent, and crossed the road under a hot June sun to the entra...