The building had her name on it. CLARE'S WORLD. Of course it did. It was her empire, built up from potholders sold at parties to a multibillion dollar "lifestyle industry." She understood people and knew how to get or make what they wanted. Her pots and pans were in the most upscale houseware stores. Her gardening boots were sold at Z-Mart. There were three...
Abby wondered if she had overstepped the bounds, until James suddenly began to speak. "In many ways I was only playing at being an Officer, I viewed it as part of my training really to become Landlord here. Oh it was fun and I enjoyed it, that is until the Falklands happened. You know it is rather exciting to enjoy that sort of life, believing that you will...
Days Twenty-One to Twenty-Four The days began to resemble one another, each as monotonous as the one before and the one to come. Slopping-out; breakfast; shaving inspection; using the bucket; lunch; dinner; shaving; lights-out: all these punctuated by short periods of daily exercise, and long periods of lying down, dozing, rubbing, filing my nails to the qu...
The personal ad in the back section of the New York Review of Books caught my eye immediately: Widow seeks personal assistant. Must be well-educated, worldly-wise, well-traveled, have impeccable taste, be totally discreet, loyal, and available 24/7. Excellent salary. On-the-job training as appropriate. Send résumé to Box 7532. I had risen rapidly through t...
Chapter 1 The look on Andrews face as he came through the door, said it all for him. Removing his hat, he sat down and poured out a drink from the scotch bottle on the table by the side of the bed. He drank it in one swallow, his face lined with suppressed anger. "The bastards have blocked any introduction other than the charge of disobeying an order....
This chapter is basically two college pals getting it together 20 years later. It's friends chatting away with a bit of sexiness mixed in -- not a stroke piece. The story so far: Adrian and Laura were at college together 20 years ago. He's from Northern Ireland, she's English; they now live in London. They've agreed Ade can fuck her arse if he gives up smok...
As the sun peeked over the eastern horizon and beamed its first rays of dawnlight over Caliga, the prince of Platina regained consciousness from the depths of dreamland. Despite having almost every ounce of his energy reserves dried up the previous night, Gyllen's few hours of sleep were anything but sound, having been stuck in the exact same position on his...
This story is from a woman's point of view. It isn't your typical sub-made-to-gag-on-cock story; there's lots of BDSM and sexual activity but no cock-sucking or actual fucking; it's more about what's going on in her mind. If you don't like reading about switches or bisexual men, you won't like it. But if you're interested in what goes through someone's hea...
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. Pt. 17 The Secret Desires of Schoolgirls I was woken by the telephone ringing at eight o'clock on Sunday morning. It was Maggie calling to say that she was already at Calais and waiting to board the morning fe...
Please give feedback if you have a moment. I'm very keen to improve this story. Public comments or Anonymous feedback using the 'Send Feedback' button are both great :). I relish critical comments and am not at all sensitive about having weaknesses in my writing pointed out. ***** Anna! Anna!" a quick husky voice was saying in her ear. "Mm-mm?" she murmu...