I'd like to start off by saying thank you for your patience. What with the holidays and work I've been having a hard time working on this story. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive critic...
Chapter 1 Suzee McCloud had left her home city in an effort to escape the unfortunate situation she was in. Some of the occasional females she engaged in sexual encounters with, would at some stage of the cuddling-plus would cry something like, 'Oh là là, Suzee' and she regarded that as unwelcomed branding. She didn't consider herself to be exclusively...
Author's note: I first want to thank those that continue to enjoy my stories and vote; it gives me great joy knowing my work pleases you the reader. I also appreciate the many comments, both positive and negative, they continue to feed my desire to write and help me to refine my writing. For my critics I appreciate your honesty and candor; your comments may...
Authors Note: I wrote this story because I was sick of those 3000 word fuck tales that start of with a guy wanting to fuck and end up with him accomplishing that! In sheer rebellion to this growing trend, I wanted to write an erotic thriller with a complex plot and deep multi-dimensional characters – characters who feel, who think, who have political views...
It's 4:17 AM and I'm lying here in bed on my back pitching tent listening to the Loons on the lake tuning up for the day. It's mid-summer and the transition from total darkness to the gray of early dawn has started but sunrise is still forty-five minutes away. I should roll over and go back to sleep but like so many mornings I'm reliving the best and worst d...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
Why am I here? What the hell am I doing? Those questions raced through Shelley's mind over and over. She came down the boarding ramp from the plane and stepped into the terminal at McCarron International Airport. Nervously, Shelley scanned the crowd that was heading towards baggage claim. He was there. Leaning against a pillar near Ben & Jerry's. Sh...
A Tale of Two Birthdays My wife, Kate, and I (Mike) really enjoy fucking. Like, a lot. And while sex with each other makes up the vast majority of our fucking, we also do enjoy playing with others -- always together. My hope is that if you're reading this, you've read my story Happy Anniversary -- it will kind of give you the background you need to underst...
This next interview would be the seventh candidate that I had to meet with today. And I was scheduled to meet with two additional applicants after this. And my HR director was being extremely inquisitive about how I selected the final list of candidates to interview amongst the number of otherwise qualified applicants who had applied to be my personal assist...
Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...