(Note to readers: this story continues the Sunita/Uncle Shom series. It incorporates situations that readers have said they want to see develop between the two. All stories are self contained and can be read on their own. That is the reason I prefer not to serially number them. Those who wish to read the previous episode should look up "Uncle Shom and Sunita...
This series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline. ********** It was a sad day when Amanda's mother Jacquelyn finally passed away. She had battled valiantly, but in the end my mother-in-law succumbed to metastatic cancer. Jacquelyn's death was not unexpected, but that didn't lessen the blow for her friends and family. A...
I live and work in New Caledonia, in the South Pacific, having departed France in my early twenties. I met Martine for the first time when, after being away for five years, I went home on holiday to the villa my elderly parents own in the countryside south of Toulon. "Pierre, this is Martine," my mother introduced the teenager who was living with them. The...
Note from author: This is my first attempt at writing a story. When starting it, I had only the faintest idea of where i wanted to go with it. Basically I'm letting the characters guide me rather than the other way round. None of the characters of this story are or will be involved in sexual situations below the age of 18. As such the story will take its...
It was a lousy late October day. It was cold outside, grey clouds whipping across a rain-laden sky, the tops of the trees in the garden lashing against each other, shedding great dollops of leaves onto the sodden grass ...... Mike looked out of his front window, to the empty driveway next door. Gordon and June, his next-door neighbours, had gone off to spen...
My Dear Dolly I must recount the lengths that some young girls of today will strive (or more accurately t what lengths their mothers pressure them to strive) to attain what they consider is the height of fashion. As you know I am no aesthete and I always aspire to be tidily dressed, but I scarce believe what some of these girls wear in the name of 'beau fa...
This story is copyrighted (c), all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. *** Grace sat in her black mourning dress and waited, her hands composedly resting in her lap. From her bedroom she could hear every noise in the house. She heard the brisk steps of her personal maid rushing up the stairs to take advantage of the extra time...
Half the guys in town, - watched enviously by their kid brothers - chased after sweet Melody Cousins with a hand on their zip. She was cooler than cool with two rounded beauties, tight as drums, and that was only her ass. On the flipside they were the kind that make a guy walk into a street pole because he's too busy looking at her incredibly filled 34C br...
One Sunday afternoon Alec Sutherland entered an old office building in Swanston Street and went up in a slowly rising lift to the fifth floor. He walked quickly down the long corridor lined with heavy oak doors. At the far end, a sign outside a half open door announced Mrs Findlater's 'Temple of Light'. Mrs Findlater, a Psychic Medium, was at the moment pr...
Intoxicated on alcohol and bad decisions that threatened to overflow the precipice they tottered on so carelessly, it was all happening so fast. Strong arms and a quick goodbye turned into lips meeting instead as those arms started to draw away. Lips that met with instant chemistry, the taste of something genuinely wonderful, the start or as was more likely...