This is the final installation of Cassandra's business trip. This part is longer than the other ones. There was no logical point to break this one into two separate parts without disrupting the flow of the story. Hope you have enjoyed this series. This story was written seven years ago so it has been sometime since I have written. I will continue to write ab...
Author's Note: Welcome back readers. This chapter closes the book, so to speak. When I started writing the series that became "The Only Constant is Change," my idea was that it would be a series of conversations between a dying man and his coming-of-age son. The stories the man would tell about his life would surprise his son, and along the way, the young...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...
This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This story follows "I'm Running on Empty Chapter Five." This is the story of how I spent my time starting that first week of the month of April and what my penis was doing too. Enjoy and thanks fo...
Chapter 9. "Getaway" Topic: I'm so sorry... Private Message to: Bella_HER From: ChazWazzle I'm so sorry... Sent: July 26, 2016, 9:12pm PST Dearest Bella, First off, thank you for responding. >>> It's been hard for me to keep up with all of your messages, Charlie, and it's never a good idea to call Jason (AKA my boss) on the phone and vent...
~~Jack~~ He looked at his phone, and sighed. "Avery says meet her at Eric's place." "Eric? Perhaps she is making progress in recruiting the man." Antoinette looked up over her shoulder at him, combing her wet hair with her fingers over her chest and down between her breasts. "Heh, maybe. She's just as rude as Jessy, and he seems to like Jessy." Shrugging,...
Chapter 12. "GFE" -*- Monday, November 21, 2016 -*- -*- Flagstone, Nevada -*- Isabella Hosmer made some adjustments to the neckline of her little red minidress to achieve maximum cleavage effect, then trailed both hands down her torso, past her hips, and finally stopped at the slit that ran up her left leg. She grazed her fingertips across the exposed, to...
Glenn Mercer pulled his BMW into the garage of his Boston home. Daisy Lighthouse as she called herself admired the estate he owned long before parking. Offering her compliments of his gardening skills which he laughed at with a remarked, "That would be the gardener, Jose's job. Once a week." Gathering her bags from the trunk and the back seat he showed h...
There was a warm breeze in the air as I sat outside my apartment in Santa Barbara waiting for my cab with a few suitcases at my side. I was a recent graduate of UC Santa Barbara this December, receiving my Ph.D. in counseling psychology. As much as I had loved living in sunny California for the last ten years completing my education, I was also excited to be...
Please note that this is not a stolen story. It is my second and definitely final rewrite of this tale. After my first attempt, I received some excellent constructive criticism (as well as the usual toxic crap from the nameless, brainless trolls) and tried to incorporate these thoughtful suggestions. Chapters two and three will follow shortly. Chapter One...