***This is a sidebar to another work of mine (Love as a Form of Binding) and it's needed as a precursor to the ending of that tale when this is ended. The end of this will feed into Chapter 21 of that one, or if I find that it reads better, the result will be the third story. Simple, no? ROFL. It's not too long, and the coupling in it is a little varied, si...
His discovery happened like most discoveries of this nature do, because of a moment's decision to do something different. An opportunity had come up for June. It was on a Sylvester Stallone action movie, being shot in Louisiana – in New Orleans. Sylvester Stallone – long a champion of those up and coming – had requested June work on his project, and he'd gi...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** I woke with a start. For a moment or two I was confused. The last thing I remembered was getting back into bed with Darby. A quick look at the alarm clock brough...
Prologue. "I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring." (Shelley "The Question") Chapter 1. The Gardener in Autumn. Following in the footsteps of my father I became a gardener at a very fortuitous time. With the use of ever more sophisticated equipment on the farms round our village employment prospects on the far...
Dear reader, this is a follow up to the previous story, I had a fairly clear idea of what the pen was going to write, but somehow the pen took it over, it's a bit helter skelter now, I hope you like it, I know some won't, but hey ho. For those who don't even like me, (why?) please move on, don't read it, your usual nasty comments are routinely deleted anyw...
CHAPTER 1 The weekend couldn't come fast enough for Claire Peach. In Lee's first days working in the extremely up-market offices of Paterson Advertising he'd arrived home grumpy and muttering about environmental harassment. The sore head was even sorer when he arrived home on Thursday night. "Darling, you are just not an ivory tower person but then again...
"Mark -- we need to talk." Oh shit, I thought. Here it comes. "Um -- what about?" I replied, striving for nonchalance. "Us." I looked up from my dinner plate, regarding my wife's expression closely from across the table. I saw hesitation in her translucent blue eyes. "Before you start, I need you to know something, Kat." I paused, speaking with my eyes....
This is the fifth installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the I...