"What are you doing the second weekend in April?" asked Jenny, leaning over my shoulder as I tried to type a complicated sentence in my report. I put my hand up for her to wait, finished the sentence and swung round in my chair to face her. "The second weekend?" I turned to my diary and checked the date. "Celebrating my birthday, actually. Well, going to my...
I had never felt so lonely in my life as the day I returned to my home after cremating my wife. Suddenly I realised just how much I missed her and had depended on her always being there by my side. I had to be truthful with myself I had taken her for granted, for she never complained, but must have been in extreme pain these last few months until that dreade...
Chapter 1 - Making Love vs. Fucking =================================== Over the years many sanctimonious people have criticized me for my use of the phrase "fucking". OK, so maybe I DO overuse it sometimes but in my defense it's just easier to use then something like "having sex" or other euphemisms. The way I use it I don't see it as a curse word but rat...
Epilogue Snapshots of moments in Will and Lucy's Lives. ———— Work Party: Lucy age 19, Will age 36 ———— It's the annual Precinct Police Party and this year it's at our place. In a time-honoured Australian tradition, Kate throws a barbecue and pool party for the event. We spend the morning making food, storing drinks and getting the house ready for a...
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...
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...