It was on the final day of the conference that I drank too much with my 'conference friend', Liesel. We were both aged in our forties, with careers in workplace health and safety, and we'd found ourselves at a three day event in a tiny beach town in North Queensland partially out of a desire to increase our professional knowledge, and largely out of a desire...
Author's Note: This was requested by one of my readers. Read the tags before continuing. ***** The pole was icy against her skin. It cut through the skimpy clothes she wore like a dart through paper, defeating the purpose of her thong and bikini top, but still she kept moving. Her arms slid along the metal, down her body, across the arc of her hips, then b...
Korinthia Koire 1. The Bound Witch I died. It was the only explanation I could fathom back then as to what I became. We had all heard the stories, if one died a violent death or perished with the burden of some unspeakable sin thent he gods would see fit to curse us and have us rise anew as something inhuman until a hero puts us out of our misery. Of cour...
There is a long running TV show in the UK called 'Homes under the Hammer'. For those readers who are not aware of this programme, people buy properties at auction and then renovate them. This story is inspired by one of those shows. A couple bought a house and the first time we met them the man came over as a bit of a nerd and the woman was quiet and dowdy....
This is the second and final chapter of The Restoration. I owe a great debt of gratitude to Ravenna933, my editor, who was as helpful with this story as she has been since we started working together many stories ago. I also owe thanks to SpotintheSand for pointing out a plot hole which I'd missed in my first draft. I have greatly enjoyed and admired his wor...
Hi folks, The feedback, encouragement, and patience has been much appreciated so here's the next chapter. Thank you to prof_W303, WideAwakeNow, and Darksable for their time and effort with editing. Stay tuned and I hope you enjoy. LTPC *** Between fight and flight, Chris was indeed in flight. Well, free fall, anyway. He plunged downward through grey no...
Prologue "What is it?" Lara Collingwood looked at the small white pill. It could have been an aspirin for all she knew. "It's just a special diet pill, darling, it will give you a pep in your step because, honey, you look dreadful," Gordon said, turning Lara's hand over and placing the pill on her palm before curling her fingers over it. "You can't keep pa...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
Prologue. Late Summer 1943 – Suffolk, England. Katie opened the front door and froze. A grim faced postman stood on the doorstep with an ominous looking telegram in his hand. He silently handed it to her, and Katie shut the door before he had a chance to offer her his sympathy. She had been expecting this, she had not heard from Stephen for many months, sh...
Thanks for choosing this story. This one is pretty long. Lots of story, and some sex, too because getting from friends to lovers is complicated -- lots of elephants to tackle. Everyone in this story is over eighteen years of age. +++ The river's running free and strong this afternoon, the tide seeming to rush and trip over itself to reach inland, racing t...