All the cards looked the same. Besides, he did not really know what he wanted. He just needed a thank-you card. It was nearly 6 PM. He was the last customer and the staff was preparing to close. Overwhelmed, John began to walk towards the door. Suddenly something caught his eye. There on a shelf was a box containing a collection of antique motorcycle note ca...
To Margaret Jenkins – With Appreciation and Affection As the end of her first year operating her independent clinic neared its close, Louise Bellman was able to feel quite proud of her work: she had received paying clients from some of the best-known physicians and therapists in the area and her accounts showed a tidy profit. She had not yet turned 30 but w...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number...
This is the first in a series featuring Cara, a middle aged librarian with a loathing of men and a particular fondness for young women, especially those who choose to keep their bodies natural. Such is her hatred of men that even though she is blessed with an enormous bosom she keeps her breasts strapped down and minimized so she doesn't have to endure the l...
Note to readers: I want to thank the readers who have remained faithful to reading this series. I take your comments seriously, and I appreciate the time that you take to write them, whether they are positive or negative, because it means that the story has touched you in some way, or that you enjoy reading it. I think have taken some of your comments int...
I'm Eddie and I died of a heart attack aged thirty-nine. Thirty-nine for God's sake! But I'm not sorry, 'cos that's when I started to enjoy myself. I'll explain. In life I suffered from a debilitating illness, I could hardly walk, had difficulty speaking, and needed help with my bodily functions - I don't need to expand on that, do I? The result was that I h...
The meet with Marjorie and Jim last night had been fantastic, so much so that I had slept in and was going to be late for work unless I got a shift on. I jumped in the shower, literally threw my work clothes on, grabbed a cereal bar from the cupboard and headed to work. It was a slow easy day at work because my boss was out of the office meeting a client so...
Most women I know of say that they will think twice about dating a man who's also into men. I think that's ridiculous. A bisexual man is no more likely to cheat on his significant other than a heterosexual man or woman are likely to cheat on theirs. It's not a matter of gender or sexual orientation. It's a matter of human nature. I'm sure you've heard or rea...
Note: This story is a football related story... This was one of those rare writing moments in which I watched a lot of football films like "North Dallas Forty" & "Necessary Roughness"... There is a lot of football related jargon in between the sex scenes... some readers may be put off by that... never-the-less, enjoy! ***** -one- God, I wanted a drink. In...
ACT II: CATALYST DAY TWO In the basement under my home, there are two underground rooms; originally wine cellars with concrete floors, brick alcoves and slate shelving for bottles. The atmosphere is dark, dank and ideal for storing wine. And for storing people. A year ago, I converted an end of the basement into a pair of adjacent prison cells. They're s...