No one could beat my life! No, really I am so serious. I was livin large. The investments I gambled on starting with paper route money I made in 7th grade were booming. Turns out with a little research, "high risk" was nothing but ink on a label, and a kid willing to study financial papers as much as his peers followed football could get pretty good at picki...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Thanks for reading this, and for putting the "H" on the previous submission. Hope you enjoy. Edited by Redscaledknight, a gentleman of worth. Consultation by LibraLady4U. Two Years Later Was this who she was? Jenny Stirling's chest was bare, her breasts pointed like soft little pyramids, coy smile playing on her lips. She dipped the cotto...
CHAPTER NINE "Yes?" Caroline paused, thankful that the knock on the door had not caused her to smear the fair copy she was making of the letter in front of her. The paper that the Duke's valet had given her was far too expensive to permit her to use any more than she needed. The door swung open and the smiling face of James Stanhope appeared. Caroline ros...
There was no better smell than the sea air, nothing more salubrious or more reminiscent of good memories passed. Ulric's father had often smelled of the sea. The man had sailed on it whenever he could. Passion, he had named his ship. It was one of the smallest in the Crown's fleet, and by far the fastest. 'A life without Passion is no life at all,' Ulric's f...
In December of 1995, Nick found out that his unit was put on the rotation to provide F-15E support for the 4404th Provisional Wing, back in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. The unit would send half the squadron from Mid-April, 1996 through mid-July. The rest of the squadron would deploy from mid-July until the middle of October. Nick and his subordinate, A1C Parker...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of Th...
When Monday came, Prue went back to work. Back when it all started going to pieces, she'd called in sick. First she'd tried to drown herself in work for a few days. Work would distract her, she'd hoped, and she needed distraction. But it hadn't. That first Monday her boss Victor Kuric, Vic, had indeed talked to her and it had been about her coordinatin...
It was Friday evening at the end of an unusually long week. I dropped into the local watering hole to grab a beer and unwind. The place was buzzing with conversation, music and laughter. I grabbed a small table near the window, nursed my first beer and enjoyed the view of the sunset. The weekend had arrived and people were there to celebrate. I was there to...
Part 6. The boys in blue ************ The cottage seemed empty without her, so as a distraction, he increased his exercise periods. Running or cycling twice a day, followed by the exercises Ted had shown him. On Thursday, the letter arrived; he had to report to the Medical Board the following Monday in London, then, on the Wednesday, to RAF Renton reporti...
Authors note This story touches briefly on the subject of arranged marriages between young girls and usually older men, and looks more in depth at the subject of female genital mutilation. I know some people will be appalled at the idea of introducing this sort of delicate subject in any erotic story, all I ask of you is that you read the story before passi...