THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN -- Volume Two. This is the second volume of the memories of British civil servant, Rebecca Seehofer as recorded in her journals and by the audio testimony as related to her biographer, Sybil Torricelli. Rebecca's career spanned the late 1960s to 1980s. The dates following the chapter headings give the da...
The 2nd part of Fay's adventures, first published by my old name of NewForester a few years ago, but now re-issued by the current name of Rockycoveboy. Hope you enjoy!! Fay At The Hen Party (2nd of a Trilogy) It was Saturday and the afternoon sun in the back garden of the bungalow was beautiful and relaxing and Fay soaked it up lazily as she lay on her rec...
We met at university, I was a couple of years older than her, she was nineteen, I was twenty-one. We had fairly quickly gravitated towards each other, we came from not dissimilar backgrounds, blue blood and old money. I come from the South of England, the second son of wealthy titled parents, Henrietta comes from the North West, the only daughter of wealthy...
The invitation came as something of a surprise. Sarah had worked at the office for the last three years but we hadn't really had much to do with each other. Her wedding was coming up and she was having a hen party. Wendy delivered the invitation to me and said that she hoped I'd come. When I opened the invitation and saw what it was I immediately told Wend...
Chapter 1 A realisation The Guardian newspaper was resting on the big oak kitchen table. The table was littered with years of burns and coffee rings telling a tale of a family life gone by. It was quieter now, and the table had fewer stories to tell. The newspaper, however, was open on an article that had been read by all the family that weekend. The educa...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Flock's Virginity The Claiming of the Gryphons P...
It was seeing Tony that really made me feel embarrassed. To be honest I had hardly met some of the others before. Gavin had been to the same school as the rest of us but he was several years older. Clive had actually been in my class but was generally seen as a bit of a swot, a sort of 'teachers pet' if you like. He wasn't as physically handsome as the other...
The quintessential I think of myself as a very lucky guy, enjoying the things that many would die for, and getting a sort of job satisfaction as a perk. True! When two of my buddies and me decided, just for a laugh at first it was, to do a Chippendale bit for a local hen party we just did it for the fun of it, never imagining it would build to a very succ...
The bottle shook in my hand, gripping the neck of the brown Cider bottle tight and the bottom of the bottle was broken, jagged and covered in blood. Did I regret what I did? Fuck no, I didn't. The bastard attacked her and he honestly expected me to stand back and allow it to happen? He was trying to rape her, and I would rather fucking die than let a wom...
It's always strange to sleep in the room you occupied as a kid. You look back and wonder: it's so familiar and yet it feels like a stranger's room. Aunt Patty lived with Grandmother Lucinda when I was a teenager, so when I bailed out of St. George's Convent on this trip home, she put me up in my old room. She meant well; she always means well, even when her...