Continued from Greg and Kelly Ch. 05: Playing Games We pulled up top Janice and Bill's house, a incredibly large Tudor style mansion in Northridge. Bill once told us it was built for a movie producer in the 70's and I believe him. The house had a big turret like tower that run up past the second story. Inside was a five bedroom, five and a half bathroom maz...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's the second chapter. I really doubt this story can be salvaged, I mean I'm jumpin around, switchin narratives and stuff, it's just not my best work. I tried to make it current, but well... tell me what you think though! C8ER2U The thought of returning to her house, their house for anything longer than 5 minutes turned her stomach. S...
Disclaimer, this story is turning into a novel is a work of fiction for the most part the names used are not real people, the businesses, locations, and organizations while real are used in a way that is purely fictional to add realism to the story. *** I headed home and as I drove I ran through various scenarios that I could pitch to Tom to get out of the...
Five minutes after her arrival at the beach house, Karen stepped through the patio doors onto the deck and took a long moment to savor the salty air. The bay spread out beyond the short beach; the ocean was a brief trip away on the other side of the peninsula. Two weeks, she sighed. Two weeks to relax and enjoy life. A scrape from the adjoining deck drew...
Angie and I had been invited to Broadhey Hall. Something to do with her work, she said. I didn't fancy it myself, told her so. But she that it was essential for her to attend. And so that Saturday, we drove out there in my old MG, to an Elizabethan hall full of paintings and armour. A servant in tails met us at the door. He wanted to take my jacket but I wou...
A new Life I decided to go back to the big city and the only place I knew I might have a friend was Madame Silvers benefactor. The man that offered to give her a job when she lost the house. I put in a call to him and prepared to leave a message hoping he would get back to me. To my surprise he took the call and told me how much he missed Madame and that he...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows,...
There is just enough juicy sex to get the story line across, and the husband mad enough to want his pound of flesh. If you think this is one of those stories about how a husband fantasizes about seeing another man fucking his wife, you should stop reading now and not waste your time going any further. I'm a normal, everyday type of husband who adores hi...
Simon was pushing his lawnmower up and down the lawn. He hated cutting the grass. He'd never wanted to buy a house with a lawn in the first place, heck, he hadn't wanted to buy a house. He'd wanted a penthouse. But his ex-wife had been adamant. She loved gardening; she was going to spend hours making their garden a haven of colours and smells. The bitch had...
A rather dreary London day greeted me as I arose in the morning, the grey pale light yet another reminder of the rather depressing northern climes I had recently returned to, but never really escaped from in my thoughts. A late night out with friends after a most stimulating discussion at the London Scientific Foundation dinner the previous evening had rende...