December 26 I'd just settled down to my morning coffee and an extreme Sudoku when my phone rang. I always do one of the puzzles before work to limber up my mind, and I'd gotten so accustomed to the exercise that I did it even on the days when I wasn't working. I guess you could say that solving puzzles is my profession. The group I'm in gets suspicious com...
Prelude This is story will make much more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first. However, if you don't have time, this is the story so far: Alex handled a project for the Sultan and was invited to the Sultan's palace to discuss more work, where he enjoyed several of the Sultan's dancing girls (Ch. 1). He's now on his way back a second time to sort out a...
Love and trust, two things I thought for the longest time I'd never achieve in my lifetime. I was an innocent boy, untouched by the ugliness that life sometimes throws at you when the incident happened that set everything into play. There is a line from a Charles Dickens classic that best describes my childhood, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst...
Visitors Come First. Slut enjoys an evening of fun with the man she married, the man she calls Daddy and his son. Trevor is not a cuckold. Despite appearances the Professor is not a cuckold. This stand-alone story is published in two-parts. It is the penultimate chapter in a much longer unfinished tale that may be published someday. Part 1 features the slu...
My grandfather used to tell me that everything that happens to you in life, good and bad, happens for a reason. I always thought he was giving me just another one of his maternal lectures that had been passed down by my mother, as she'd told me the same thing for years. I never realized how right they both were until..... Chapter One My name is Tom Mason a...
This is not my story, though I did have a hand in its creation. Ragnarok385 is the one who wrote it off the ideas I pitched to him. I'm posting it here with his full permission. ***** Sarah was so excited. Or at least that was how she remembered it all those years ago. She had always hated nights like this, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the sky sho...
It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself too, quite apart from its carnal aspects. My heart begins to pound every time I see one of those women in low-cut dresses walking under the lamplight in the rain, just as monks in their corded robes have always excited some deep, ascetic corner of my soul. The idea of prostitution is a meet...
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...