Mavis' body rattled. Tremoring gently in a rhythmic, steady pattern. Her face lay expressionless and her flowing black hair covered half of it. Her features lightly shook with the rhythm. Mavis gave in to the seduction of exhaustion. Her motionless body shook, and her eyes rolled back as the dark oblivion consumed her. The train home from work rattled her a...
THE RECREATION ROOM Many authors have written about how their characters have taken on lives of their own, even going off in directions against the author's will at times. From the start, Mavis Hazelton has been one of those characters for me. A plump, robust lady of limitless energy, boundless enthusiasm, and voracious appetites, she must surely make her p...
As always, I hope you'll be charitable in forgiving errors of spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I trust that some of you will enjoy meeting the characters and sharing their adventures. FROM SIGHT TO VISION INTRODUCTION: The shaded portions of the highway were shiny with packed snow and ice from a small snow storm that passed through the mountains of Col...
(This story picks up with characters from "The Vicar of St. Dunstan's" series: the Series Guide will help you keep some of the characters straight. Mother Mary Rufus (now called "La Rossa") and Sister Mary Francis Xavier have been living in Rome for two years after MMR became the international head of her order, and have adjusted well to living at the heart...
*A Word of Caution; This third part is long and it certainly not the final part of Mavis' Halloween story. It contains intense erotic and fetish elements, as well as elements of disturbing horror, so the author advises that if any reader feels like they would be disturbed or offended by this portion of the story, it may be a good idea not to read it. If, how...
Mavis Kicks Ass It was a typical Friday night at the local watering hole in the "Crosse". Smoke haze filled the room as Mavis and her friends enjoyed the evening. Drinks were flowing well and she was feeling little pain as the laughter filled the room. Small in height, Mavis had all the right curves in all the right places and few men walked by without ta...
Let's be honest here. I had decided that at thirty-three (yes, I had a BD), my sex-life had never had it so good. I had the most understanding guy in the world as my hubby-quite the good fuck, I might add-two, count 'em, two younger hot 'girlfriends', and permission to fuck others? Not needed. But still, selfish though I may be, even I felt guilty about my...
This story was inspired (loosely) by a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, included at the end of the piece. I employ certain of his phrases throughout, but all credit for those words belongs to the great romantic himself. = = = = = = = = = = = = Claribel always seemed to have a way of putting people at ease. It wasn't an effect that she tried to have on people...
The screaming and thumping ripped through the silence of the empty house. It was truly a terrifying sound. A sound that was so loud and agonised, it was like all of Hell had broken loose and was trying to get to the nearest soul. Hordes of horny demons and damned spirits were all after Mavis. They pounded and slammed, howling and roaring to get to her. The D...
Eric stopped to wipe his sweating brow with a red polka-dot handkerchief, before renewing his grip on the long pole and pushing the punt along again. He was seventy-three years old and slightly overweight. The poling was very hard work and Eric was looking forward to reaching the end of the journey. Mavis, his wife of fifty-two years, reclined in the doubl...