This story came about quite unexpectedly. It involves a good friend of mine, William. We have known each other since high school and he was one of the few I have kept in touch with over the years. By coincidence, we have both been living in Knoxville together for years. It has not been uncommon for us to hang out, have movies nights, or a night out on the to...
Chinese Takeout Readers be warned, this is the second chapter in a multi-chapter story, there's no sex in this second chapter, just a little foreplay (okay, hot foreplay). This is all lead-in and teaser for the main event which will be a chapter or three coming. That said, as always, I do hope you all enjoy. Chinese Takeout - Chapter 02 - High School Picku...
Chapter 13 On Sunday I went home to Mum's and had to rehearse what happened on Friday, and announce the lack of a wedding on Saturday. She deserved a full accounting after her sterling defence of me at the hotel. The members of the family who were assembled did not understand our delay in getting together again, and Mum, being ever practical, made a very pe...
My holiday romance. The most perfect time of my life. Three glorious weeks in the most beautiful of countries in the company of the most wonderful girl I had ever met. It was quite a few years ago, but I remember that time like it was yesterday. CHAPTER ONE Many years of effort and many hard days nights (well, not quite). Start again. Lots of time, lots of...
Chapter 8A -- Don't you look back? My final gasp of sated pleasure mingled with Emma's muffled sigh of deep delight as I slowly withdrew from her and lifted myself to rest on my knees beside her. I turned her over onto her stomach and undid the knot of the brightly patterned headscarf that I had tied tightly around her mouth and head to gag her. As I began...
Matthew sat in his study. He was pondering, he was thinking about himself. What was he doing? A few days before he had been a good loyal husband to Sarah. Not a single extra marital adventure; he had not put a foot or rather a penis wrong once in all their time of marriage; not even one casual misdemeanour - though it had been a close thing with Trish Dalt...
LONDON LOVES...? © Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2012 (Which means, do not copy, reproduce, republish etc... without permission of the authors. You know the drill. Printing it to read later does not count, btw.) We've had a slight hiatus on chapter three which is why it's so short, so we've made up for it by sweetening the pill. On the plus side,...
This is the second in a series of stories following Ed and his adventures as a door-to-door salesman. You don't need to have read chapter one but you might as well! I hope you enjoy them and please do leave me feedback – it's always welcome. All rights reserved, (c) Northern_One, 2013. The Canadian had an apartment only a block away from where the street...
My name is Adrian Kimber. I was almost born with, as people used to say, a “silver spoon in my mouth.” I say “almost” because when I was born my father had not quite made it to what he saw as “The Top.” I must have been about four or five when he finally got there, and became what they call, “Departmental Head” of a government department. Once he had reach...
The Japanese gentleman was called Fudaki Shimizu. He was from Yokahama. Fudaki was in London with his wife, Rumiko, and their four-year-old daughter, Ishi. Fudaki worked for a corporation. He would be spending the majority of his trip in meetings in office buildings close to Great Portland Street tube station. He was slightly built but steely looking. He was...