WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Sorry about the delays between releasing the last few chapters. The text for this story was written over a number of years and includes many small mini chapters and journal style handwritten entries which need...
The following story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. This is a long story a...
As I write short stories I often wonder what others think when they write. Do they take themselves to a far away distant land? Or do they think of home? I guess a person can do either or both as they write, all depending on where they want the story to go!! It was a damp fall morning, I had just gotten out of bed when I heard a faint knock at the door. Who...
Cora opened her eyes and squinted at the daylight. She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of her mother's SUV. They had been driving for nearly three hours and were reaching their destination. Cora woke up just in time to drink in the beautiful countryside of Trimbridge, a small town in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. She had grown up running thro...
Prologue He received the phone call at 2:00 am, but it would not have made any difference had it been at any other time of the day. Luke Randall simply was not interested in what happens to Elizabeth Mitchell the former Mrs Randall, and he did not hesitate to tell the person on the line that. "She is no longer my concern, so please don't call me again." Wa...
Being the wife of a Southern Baptist minister left me sexually frustrated. Whenever I tried to suggest we try anything other than the "missionary" position, I was chastised. I couldn't keep any kind of device in the house that might help out my unfilled sexual appetite, as my husband would search my drawers and purse all the time. He told me that the devil w...
Friends and Fantasy 1: Laura Laura was older than D by seven months, but people thought her younger. She stood at five one and was very petite. She had straight brown hair and brown eyes. D had known her for nine years. He was not sure how he felt about Laura after seeing her change so much from then to their college days. They had drifted apart over the ye...
Well this story has been a long time in developing, so bear with me. I had been chatting on the Internet for a couple of years and had made some friends. One day, I was in a chat room called younger women for older men. Not being interested in the chatting going on , I passed the time reading the public profiles of the women in the room. Most are intentional...
In a time long ago, in a place before time, Cinderella sits among the ashes, her soft face covered in soot from the ashes. Hearing horses coming up to the house, she moves to the window, peaking through the shutters. Prince Michael dismounts from his white stead as he looks around at his surroundings. Looking towards the house, Prince Michael sees her peak...
The man wore rubber gloves. I could see him dispose of them out of the corner of my eye. He took a few glances left and right and walked off. I felt like walking off too. I had been waiting for almost an hour now, it was bitterly cold and windy, just to top things off. The sun was still on the other side of the world, warming their hearts and completely negl...