First up i must apologise for the long break. Life in general got in the way with a lot of dips in the bumpy road of life. This is Chapter 4 in this story. It is advisable to read the other chapters to see how this all starts. These ideas run through my head everyday. I have read many, many stories, there are some truly amazing authors here. I hope thi...
The next morning I overslept and had to rush like crazy again. As I arrived at the office I saw Siobhan arriving at the same time. I gave her a hug and she apologised for being late. I laughed "Don't worry I'm late as well." She giggled and picked up my hand and we walked in together hand in hand. Bugger me there sitting outside my office talking to Maddy wa...
I would like to thank dth7018 for doing a great job of editing this story and for his input on helping making it a better story thank you lots Don. Hello; my name is Helen Croft. This is my story: I had never even thought about ever writing a story about my life and the roads it has taken over the years. I never thought anyone would ever care to read a...
Slamaria had just stepped through the portal that they opened on the plane she turned around so she could see Simon on the plane. Suddenly! Everyone who stepped through the portal back to the mansion heard an explosion as they looked on in horror they saw the plane blow up through the portal before the portal closed automatically. Slamaria's heart sank at th...
It was after eleven when the Andersons pulled into their driveway. Laura had been dropped off at her car in the hospital parking lot, and Steve had agreed to spend another night in Gwen's bed, without the pleasure of Gwen's presence. Steve had just nicely crawled into bed when he felt someone sit on the mattress near his head. "Gwen? Is something wrong? You...
Sunlight poured into Louise's bedroom filling it with brightness, Louise groaned. Her head was killing her from the night before, 'too much champagne,' she thought. Rolling over she pulled the covers above her head in an attempt to block out the sunlight. She didn't have to go into the shop since it was Sunday, so there really was no reason to get out of b...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
You wouldn't think that something as small and inexpensive as a postage stamp could fuck up a marriage, but one of them, or rather the lack of one of them, did just that. I wasn't supposed to be there. There had been an accident at work. Joe Bivens hadn't been paying attention and as a result the turret lathe he had been operating took the little finger off...
By 7:15 Friday night Kathryn was a wreck. Sophie the seventeen-year-old high school senior from four doors down had come to babysit Tommy. Dennis Morgan was due at 7:30 and Kate's dress was too short. It was the simple black dress she had purchased just after her marriage some eight years before. It was too tight and too short. Why did she think it would fit...
The story starts late evening on my thirty-fifth birthday, I was sitting on my leather sofa with my wife, Sally, lying across me with her head in my lap. We had been out for a meal and a few drinks and she was still dressed in tight jeans with a new pair of very long black boots worn over them. She was well aware of my fetish for high heels and her new boots...