[Here we are, then. The last chapter. I'd like to thank everyone for sticking with me this whole time ... I know the installments haven't always posted as regularly as readers would have liked. There are plenty more places to take these characters, so I'm not saying this is the end forever, but the story I envisioned comes to its dramatic conclusion here. Ho...
Dave opened a beer and started his computer. It was almost eleven on a Wednesday evening. After the computer finished start-up he clicked into his calendar program. At the bottom of the date box for "Today" the number 366 showed. Dave looked at the number and whispered to himself, "That's it then." He shut down the calendar program and went to the internet...
***** (Michael) "You're kidding me, right? There is no way she's going to win." "Keep thinking that, I'm telling you Michael, she's going to knock Ronda out." "Oh my god, I'm not sure I can watch this fight in the presence of someone who is so obviously mentally defective." "It's like that is it?" "Well, you seem normal and the six months I've known yo...
Matthew sat in his study. He was pondering, he was thinking about himself. What was he doing? A few days before he had been a good loyal husband to Sarah. Not a single extra marital adventure; he had not put a foot or rather a penis wrong once in all their time of marriage; not even one casual misdemeanour - though it had been a close thing with Trish Dalt...
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said ""The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function..." The eternal argument about open vs closed marriage; about sharing vs exclusivity is one where I honestly can see both sides. I'm no genius; my wife - and every one else - is very...
Mari lept to embrace Easy the moment she saw her. Liddy let out a massive sigh of relief, knowing how much worse things would have been for Mari if she had lost Easy as well. As they kissed, Liddy looked around at the fields where many were still working away in between glances up at the commotion. She inwardly raged at the utter wrongness of the collars she...
Andrew Dunbar had donned the kilt just two years after his first long trousers, and turned seventeen in the trenches of Flanders. It amazed him, sometimes, that he was there, for he had been odd man out among his four brothers. Among those feuding hoodlums in the slums of Glasgow, Andrew was timid and studious, and would as soon have spent his life in the Mi...
© 2012 Brunne * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Many thanks to the many readers who voted and left such lovely comments on the chapters so far -- I hope you enjoy this one too. Apologies for the longer wait this time! For those of you have read my other story, 'Under My Skin', this is Jarod's side of the story (best to start from Ch 01). - Brunn...
Chicago Suites - Emma Takes a Calculated Risk The author gratefully acknowledges the editorial contribution of barefootgirl69. This is a direct continuation of Executive Privilege Ch. 07a. To enhance your personal pleasure, read it first. There was only so much Emma could do for her shame faced husband. Now that she knew she would be servicing Clinton San...
“Wake up pet,” Anastasia called quietly, patting the girl’s cheek lightly. She sat on a pile of furs and held the new slave in her arms like she would hold a child. Accepting a snifter of brandy from Quinlin, she poured it smoothly down the unconscious girl’s throat. Sputtering and fighting back tears, the thief awoke and clung to the enchantress desperately...