Chapter 21 for you! I was further along than I thought and am actually working on 22. Hope it doesn't disappoint. As usual...... you know the drill! Chapter Twenty One - New Home With the limo in motion, Mandy sat next to me on one side while Michelle sat on the other side showing me papers on the house with pictures and figures. I smiled sweetly. "Bab...
Penny was frozen in horror for a moment as we looked out of our bedroom window. Below us Paul was holding his girlfriend Liz by the hair while he pounded on our front door. I was horrified too, but adrenaline flooded me. I grabbed a robe and raced down stairs, where I threw open the door. Before I could speak Paul threw Liz at me. "Here, keep the bitch! S...
The Summoning Dr. Catherine D'Great finally opened the door. "Sorry to make you wait, Mr. Crachit. I'm running a little late today." Robbie took in the elaborate furnishings of her office: A desk made of pure petrified wood, a wide consulting couch that appeared to be sleep number adjustable, and two lava lamps mounted on opposite walls. Above him loome...
Smout Hall was a dilapidated ruin on the outskirts of the village. It had been built in the early 1800s by Obediah Smout, a shrewd businessman who'd made his fortune during the cotton boom. Obediah had lofty aspirations to elevate his family up into the upper echelons of rural country gentry. Unfortunately for him, the lords and wealthy landowners of the are...
Author's Note:This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help your...
"Why are you still here?" She, Judith Chapman, my boss, looked at me from her side of the desk. She had called me into her office to ask me that? "It's not knocking off time." "No, that's not what I meant. You have been working here for the last twenty years, you're getting trampled on by all the young guys clambering up the corporate ladder to success, y...
CHAPTER 1 Car auto technician Eddie White was bent over brushing the driver's floor mat of the racy convertible when someone grabbed a handful of his butt. Eddie roared, "Fucking gay mechanics," and banged his head on the steering wheel in his haste to get out and drop [punch to the ground] the slimy bastard. The tall and lean Australian turned, scowling...
Hello, welcome to Powers 4. Like always I want to thank my editor Valphund. He's the reason this is readable. I'm a chronic re-writer though so this version you're about to see isn't the same version he worked on. Vocabulary section: Powers: Ability to turn emotion into energy, also used to refer to this stories "magicians". Battery: Can give/steal e...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...
Each of us has our own stories. This one is mine. * I'd been dating the same girl since my early days in Junior High. Theresa was a sultry looking woman even then. As the years passed, through High School, on through graduation, we began to consider the possibilities of marriage. Unlike many of our peers, we'd actually both remained virgins during all thi...