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...
I want to start off with thanking you for your patience. I hope it is well rewarded. No matter what we do, sometimes life gets in the way of our hobbies. As always I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had 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....
If you read part 1, then I appreciate you returning to find out what happens next. If you didn't read Part 1, then it's not essential and there's definitely more bang for your buck in this chapter! Hope you enjoy the story and please remember to vote at the end. * For the second morning in a row, I woke with a thudding headache. I looked at the clock. It...
Thank you for reading this story. It takes place in the UK's record-breakingly long, hot summer of 2018 when everything felt unusual and old secrets long hidden were given up by the earth. There's more story than sex in this one. Please leave a comment if you'd like to, as I really appreciate those of you who take the time to write them. Everyone in this...
Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewa...
"I am stuffed," the turkey said, "completely stuffed, can't move, couldn't eat another pellet. What do they put in those things anyway?" "Calm down Tarq, what's rustled your feathers this morning?" "Oh, I dunno, Tina, it all seems so wrong. I mean, I love three square meals every day but this constant supply of fast food is relentless." "You don't have to...