Abby had little difficulty in getting to this point on the B3227 from Taunton heading towards South Molton, and guessed that somewhere on this road she should see a sign indicating her turn. Yet as she drove further and further into Devon she became uneasy that no such sign had revealed itself. Navigation became more of a problem as she drove deeper into the...
My name is Sally, and I am a recently divorced landlady in my 40s, owning and letting out a portfolio of rental properties. My ex-husband was a wealthy property developer, and I was left these properties as part of the divorce settlement. I am still an attractive blonde too, still looking fit for my age with not a hint of any grey hairs as yet, lol. I gues...
Chapter 3: Calling Home Arthur really couldn't read the Danubian newspaper, but to pass the time before trial he started looking through the pictures. There were photographs of floods and fires as well as weather forecast graphics and comics like any other newspaper. But when Arthur found the front page it made him cringe, below the bold headline was a cri...
This is a 2013 Halloween Contest entry. Please vote. If this story seems familiar, you may be recalling a story I submitted in the 2010 Halloween Contest with a different title. I recycled a few plot points for this new story in the same sense "West Side Story" recycled plot points from "Romeo and Juliet". I believe my writing has improved, and I hope this s...
Copyright: lagneaublanc@ Many thanks again to AzureΠskies for his editing and to Lara from Paris for the inspiration and lesson. * Dinner was very nice. We had chicken linguini pasta and a bottle of white wine I bought. She didn't really have a dining table so we ate on the small table in the living room. Tara, without actually saying much about herself...
Mart's mind had been in a quandary as he'd lugged his worldly goods back on the short journey to Ackerman Street; the main reason he'd left his old flat was to get away from Wendy, yet she seemed to have more of a hold on him than ever. He was thankful that he could at least determine when he saw her, and he would try not to, though he was finding sex with h...
"Got what you needed?" Spence Lucien said, smiling at his landlady Mahnoor Bhatti. Grinning, Mahnoor nodded, and stretched luxuriously on the bed, her lovely face aglow with pleasure. After the relentless pouding that Spence just gave her pussy, she felt like a new woman. Shoot, Mahnoor felt much younger than her fifty seven years, that's for damn sure. "Th...
Philip Santos was on a bus, on his way to Toronto, to go househunting before his final move there in the fall. He had made arrangements with his friend Steven to stay on his couch for a few nights, and during the days he'd look at apartments. It was a good plan, but when he texted Steven to ask when and where he wanted to meet, there was no reply. When the...
Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about her new home feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day...
The name's Tom Brody; living in this apartment for about a year, and a college student who prefers his own privacy rather than living in a dorm. It was quiet around here until the new landlady bought the building and we got to know each other better. Mrs.Tate, or Sandy as she prefers, was a widow and lonely. She had blonde hair and a pair of saggy tits; look...