This is another true story in a series of stories as relayed to me by my friend Jeff. *********** I continued to visit my grandma on a regular basis, sometimes once, sometimes twice a week and even with age, her sexual appetite never diminished. She could hardly wait for my visits. If I didn't visit, she told me that she masturbated and enjoyed our mutua...
CHAPTER 1 I watched the young Marine place two six-packs of beer on the checkout conveyor. "Thank you for your service," the young female cashier said with a big smile. He returned her smile. "Just doing my duty." I felt my stomach tighten. It was the first time I had heard that phrase and it hit like a taser. All the memories I had pushed down into the...
Author's Notes: As usual, thanks to my lady love and a whole adventuring party's worth of beta readers, including ReGats, John988 and ChloeTzang. Your critique and inspiration not only made me rewrite this thing in its entirety but caused me to improve in the process. Thank you very much for that. A special 'thank you' goes to my incredible editor bikouku...
Part 1 of 3 - The Bike Ride. For Mick - who gave me my first bike ride ;) with love. Carefully I dried the white plates and put them away on the shelves. I ran the tea towel over the cups and hung them on their hooks. No point putting the breakfast dishes for a family of four in the dishwasher. The quiet little café buried in the depths of the pine woods...
Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...
"Hey, Sally...Give me a hand with this trunk, will you? It must weigh a ton!" "Look at all that dust! I bet it hasn't been moved in decades." "Maybe it contains those doubloons you said we might find." "Actually, John, that was just to get you to help me. My folks said that clearing out Gran and Grandpa's attic was the one vacation job I absolutely mus...
Far From Home Author's Notes: Without these people, this chapter would probably be still in the making: My lady love, Thornfoote, MisterWildCard and bikoukumori, my faithful editor. Thanks, guys and gals. No sex this time, sorry. * * * * The smoke finally settled, leaving behind only the shattered arch of the elven portal and three dead clerics, their...
It may be wise to read The Loving Wives Pt.02 before this to understand the story. Many thanks. ***** Nick was driving home from Heathrow Airport after picking up his son Toby from his time away in Italy. 'So, tell me more about Harriet. It sounds serious.' asked Toby. Nick told him that over the previous six months when Toby was away he had become very...
Note: This is a sequel of sorts to a number of my earlier stories -- An Apology in the Morning, The Education of Mrs Jones, Demagnetisation, and In Confidence -- in that it shares a couple of characters with them. However, it should stand alone. * It was a fine summer day, and Fiona was sitting in the garden, revising, when the woman came out into the gard...
Note: Much of the dialogue was actually in French but obviously I have written it in English. * I had only been back home a few weeks and already I needed a holiday! I looked on the web and found a nice Chambre d'hote in Provence about 30 minutes from Avignon. I have never used the Euro star before, so decided to go the leisurely way through the channel tu...